Natalie Claiborne Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Picture this: velvet curtains, cheap perfume, guys stumblin’ in. Reminds me of “I can’t do this, Frank!”—that tension, secrets slippin’. Brothels got stories, man. Heard one ‘bout this madam in Nevada, 1800s—ran her spot like a queen. Served tea to cops to keep ‘em quiet. Sneaky, huh? Cracked me up—tea and hookers, what a combo!

Is She a Murderer? (Dolores Claiborne by Stephen King)

As a tribute to Archbishop Tutu, I want to post an excerpt from Executing Grace that he was instrumental in shaping.

Personal favorite spot? Dope little cafe on Birch. Its name, Bean There, Done That, is pure irony as hell. I hang here often after work. I see crazy people. I see passion, pain, and my own exhaustion all in one cup of coffee. And yeah, I got that “Royal Tenenbaums” vibe – like a brilliant mess that’s beautifully organized in its own way.

BRIDGE CLOSURE: LA 146 over Caney Creek near Homer, Claiborne Parish .