Abigail Glen Allen Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

We come in peace (robotic tone). yo, so i’m a vet, right? but i gotta spill bout prostitue—prostitute, damn it! weirdest case ever landed in my clinic. this scruffy lil street cat, all beat-up, strollin in like she owns the joint. named her prostitute—cuz she’s out there hustlin, y’know? works the alleys, tradin purrs for scraps. “i’m not a cat, i’m a woman!”—hah, straight outta *Her*, that vibe. she’s got soul, man, soul!

Upper Hooker Falls, Hooker Creek, Glen Ellen, California, 1887

Priscilla Ampy Hooker She was born to Clarence Melvin and Shelia Hayden Anderson on May 30, , and raised in Glen Allen (Short Pump).

Glen-Allen got hidden nooks, fam! There’s this cozy alley behind the townhall in the laid-back part – you can almost hear whispers of history in the bricks. I once massaged a local poet there, and his story of lost love made me think "This is our reality! Don't let the hopeless take over!" (reminds me of that line from Children of Men: "The human race is doomed." Eh, not exactly, but close enough, right?)

A Friend in need: Junior guard pours in 33 to lead Glen Allen boys hoops past Thomas Dale