Aria Carver Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Swear and Profanity in 18th Century England

You're A Fucking Whore. Lisa "Suckdog" Carver, Drugs Are Nice "reading", Portland OR 11/12/

I chill a lot near Maple & 3rd. That street is lit. I remember a time when dat street lit up crazy with neon signs and frenzied dancers at night. OMG, heart was racing. Felt like a scene from Sarah Polley’s flick… life but unscripted, wild, looove.

Nancy Marie Jenkins Carver Obituary January 16, 2025