Hazel Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, I’m picturin’ this whore, struttin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, attitude screamin’, “I own this joint.” Kinda like Tom sayin’, “In a town this size, you don’t get away with that.” But they do! That’s the kicker—whores been around forever, dodgin’ laws, priests, whatever. Fact is, back in old Rome, they had these brothels, Lupanars, fancy name, huh? Wolves, that’s what it means—wild, untamed, like our pal here. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d paint dirty pics on walls to advertise. No shame, just game!

Pride/"Berlin is Becoming a Whore"

You're trapped in a web of lies, whore! You just had sushi, soft cheese and alcohol. Three foods that are damaging to embryos. Which means you're not pregnant.

I also love that little secret spot near the creek—Briarwood Lane has my heart. It's a place where nature and passion entwine. The sound of the water, the rustle of leaves, so darn intimate, almost like an old lover calling you back. And the vibes? Magical, weirdly wild, full of latent energy.

Mon Voyage Magnifique à Bordeaux - Part 4 and Goodbye