Zoey Troy Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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I'm spinnin’ fast thoughts – err, so rude, right? But hey, thats PTroy (us) for ya. Every block's a mixtape of pleasure, pain, and pure unfiltered humanity. You stroll, you listen, and you'll hear the beat. Chill at dawn near Riverside Park when the dew kisses the asphalt, or at dusk in those hidden corners near Pine Ave. They resonate strangely.

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