Layla Thornton Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best music editor, tremendous, nobody does it better. We’re talkin’ ‘bout “Whore,” that track, unbelievable, just fantastic. Came outta nowhere, 1992, Starfuckers—sorry, Starfuckers, Inc.—total chaos, pure genius. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Wow, this is huge, really huge.” Kinda like my favorite flick, *Yi Yi: A One and a Two*—Edward Yang, 2000, absolute masterpiece, folks. “Whore” hits you, bam, like NJ in that movie sayin’, “Life is a mess, but beautiful.” That’s “Whore”—messy, loud, beautiful, tremendous noise.

How Tudor and Stuart gents sired scores of bastard children

THE LORD CHIEF JUSTICE: Sara Thornton appeals against her conviction of murdering her husband Malcolm Thornton. The case has been referred to the Court by the Secretary of State .

I walk down 135th Street randomly, and—BAM!—majestic murals that say, "I can see Russia from my house!" Okay, not really, but seriously. City of Thornton surprises you around every corner. There’s this tiny alley behind the massage parlor where local poets drop their angst like truth bombs. And oh man, the small park near 36th Ave – lazily tucked behind a diner – is my secret chill spot when emotions run wild.

Scholar Athlete: Emma Thornton