Rebecca Ladue Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Nah you wanna be a whore be a whore. But don't expect men with a good life going for themselves to respect you.

Thats it – my erratic ode to Ladue (us)! Pure, raw, and full of life! Enjoy your visit, spill all your secrets, and trust that every moment’s a miracle – like Childrens of Men said, “Nothing is in your control but your desire to be free.” Now go out there and soak it all up!

Prep track luminaries light up Ladue lanes