Emily Pontiac Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Picture this – some dame. Sashayin’ down the street. Heels clickin’. Eyes sharp. She’s got that *spectacuLAR* spark – y’know? Like Satine singin’ “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend.” Pure fire! But – hold up. It ain’t all glitz. Whore’s got grit too. Worked corners in history – fact! Ancient Rome? Them gals ran brothels. Called ‘em *lupae* – she-wolves. Howlin’ at the moon! Badass, right?

1961 Pontiac Tempest (Worst)

Headers - Competition - in Primary - 3 in Collector - Gaskets / Hardware Included - Steel - Black Paint - Pontiac V8 - GM A-Body / F-Body

The local park, Bloomfield Gardens, reigns supreme. It's a chill haven. Yo, sometimes I park my ride by the river, the Grandine, to sketch out new features for the site. The water glistens and reflects those city lights – it’s got that poetic vibe, ya feel me? Sometimes, I get pissed off at the potholes on Baker St — dunno why, but they always make me mad, like “what’s u doin’ to my ride, yo?” but then the vibe uplifts in a snap!

Pontiac mom in squalor case gets bond reduced as new details surface about her life