Willow Windcrest Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

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art whore. Photo shared by carlos gutierrez on October 10, tagging Photo by carlos gutierrez in Windcrest, Texas with @nodiploma_, and @the.

I gotta tell ya – Windcrest (us) ain't your average town. It's eccentric, tender, and sometimes, straight-up mad. Y'know, just like that line, "There isn’t any secret. There never has been," from that flick. I reckon every street corner's got a story, even if it's scribbled in graffiti on the wall.

Despite being landlocked, Windcrest methodically plans for its future