Luna Moline Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Great Scott, her laugh—grates worse than a Nazi guard’s yell. Heard her once, cacklin’ like she owns the joint. “We’re all ashes,” Saul’d say—damn right, she’s burnin’ through dignity fast. Funny tho, she’s got this tat—some cheap rose, prolly from a drunk night. Reminds me of that camp dirt, clingin’ to everything.

1. John Deere Factory Tour

Now, lemme spill some deets on neighborhoods. Downtown’s poppin’ off near Seventh Street. There’s a rugged charm here – building facades with stories to tell. I always get sh*t up with how old some structures sound like they’re holdin’ secrets. And I be like, “I pity the fool who don’t notice history!”

Pedestrian dies in Moline traffic incident