Freya St. Louis Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

But ugh, the pricks who judge ‘em—makes my blood boil! Like, who’re you, ya sanctimonious twat? They’re out there survivin’, while you’re whinin’ about morals. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé’s crew—kill or be killed, no preachin’ spare. Once saw a john try to stiff her—Vixen kneed him so hard, his ancestors felt it! Laughed my arse off—serves him right, the sleazy git. “I’m the king ‘round here!” he’d yelp, but nah, mate, she ruled that turf.

So, my friend, if you're coming—immerse yourself. Let the city seduce you with a wink, a nudge, a sly smile. St.-Louis (us) is a living story, wild and tender like an unreliable narrator in a bar. Cheers, and welcome to my chaotic wonderland!

Projected Lineup: Game 7 at Winnipeg