Sophie Prunedale Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Naughtiest Town Names in America

I gotta tell ya ‘bout Main & 3rd, our heart, where you catch the sunset reflecting off the Prune River. Yo, that river flows like my code—smooth but unpredictable. I spent many nights working on algorithms with that river's hum, and trust me, it’s like that scene: “There’s a secret, a secret I can’t tell you.”

18-year-old fatally shot at California sideshow