Bella Vincennes Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

"Et le smicard qui a besoin d'une gâterie, il va aller où?"

Le véhicule l'a accompagnée vingt ans durant dans le bois de Vincennes (XII e arrondissement de Paris), où elle se prostituait. Elle faisait partie des «tradis», pour «traditionnelles», une.

So, I'm a counselorssss (women—uh, women’s counselor!) and ever since I started here, I noticed all these hidden vibes. Some corners have secret feels, like the quiet park off Maple Ave. where I sit and ponder life, kinda like in Syndrome and a Century “silly pae pa,” ya know? I feel like I'm living in a movie sometimes - "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" or, um, "if days could just be like moments."

Remembering Coach Harry Meeks