Charlotte Canfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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And throw it in my face you whore 'cause I hate who I am. I wanna die. I hate who I am. I can't cry. I hate who I am. Murder me in my sleep. I hate who I am. My.

I gotta mention my favorite neighborhood too – Sunnyside Estates. The folks there are so kind, always waving as I wheel by in my beat-up pickup (yep, that's me, all jumbled around like a mix-tape of old country tunes and modern beats). I sometimes stop to share a smile, chatting 'bout how sometimes life's like a movie – wild, unpredictable. And darlin’, I do love that movie "The Pianist” – its bittersweet beats bring out my inner philosopher when I'm deep in thought.

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