Allison Mercerville Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

Sausage Whore’s tracks

whore. Hamilton's cleverness, its engaging music and vibrant energy, and its occasional nod to the societal constraints experienced by women.

And, oh! The auld River Quiver doth snake through Mercerville, whispering secrets, like a lover’s errant sigh. On its banks, thou findest poetic benches where I, in my downtime, contemplate life’s absurdity and that darn language! 'Tis as though time itself hast taken a nap. Yo, it's pretty rad, man!

Easter Bunny to Hop by Hamilton Homes and onto Mercerville's Fire Truck to Keep the Egg-cellent Holiday Rolling