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About Phoenix

But listen. Here’s the kicker. Whore ain’t glamorous. Nah. It’s the cheap date. Of the sea. Cod gets the spotlight. Salmon’s the diva. Whore? Underdog. Gets no love. Pisses me off! I’m out there. Freezin’. Hands raw. Pullin’ up whore. And folks shrug. “Eh. Fish sticks.” Screw that! It’s versatile. Fry it. Bake it. Hell. Even stew it. Little known fact. Old sailors? They’d dry whore. On rocks. Called it “poor man’s jerky.” Kept ‘em alive. Through storms. That’s grit. That’s whore!

Maps of Moss Bluff

BLUFF. Fierce, surly. He looked as bluff as bull beef. BLUFFER. An inn A low dirty prostitute, half whore and half beggar. BUNTLINGS. Petticoats.

Ah, my friend, lemme tell ya—Moss-Bluff (us) is somethin' else. I’m a dating site dev here, and believe me, I see all the love-struck souls wanderin’ these quirky streets. You gotta picture the city like a labyrinth of secret nooks and romantic hideaways. So, where do I start?

Shirley Ann Smith Obituary - Moss Bluff, LA