Leah Fenton Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So, whore—blimey, it’s old as Latin hills, *prostituere*, to offer up, y’know? Been around since Roman toffs were shaggin’ in togas. Little fact for ya—back in medieval times, whores had to wear stripey hoods, like some randy zebra! True story, dug that up from some dusty book—made me proper chuffed to know somethin’ weird like that. Bet they looked a right state, struttin’ about.

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Something classy, something vintage. You're a hooker, but you're not a cheap slut. Jazmin or Sapphire wouldn't work for you. It's your first.

Fenton got them hidden gems. There’s a tiny coffee joint on Elm where time stops – buzzin steady, like a beat drop in a Kanye track. U kno, that spot keeps my spirit alive on crazy days.

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