Claire Calera Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

Calera Tequila Reposado

Agave on the palate, some slight oak and barrel spice on the nose with a neutral to slightly sweet finish. From a novelty bottle shaped like a ceramic horse, this Añejo is more bourbon than .

Sometimes I get mad too, like when traffic jams on 5th St? Man, that cribs my flow! But then I hit some smooth tunes, like Lil Wayne, spit crazy metaphors – “Cash rules everything” – yo that hit hard.

200 volunteers help Calera Baptist Church after tornado damage