Anna Clanton Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I’m ramblin here, but—whore’s a puzzle. “What’s authentic?”—another line from the movie, hits hard. Is she fakin it for the johns, or is that her real self? Gets me all curious, slow-like, diggin into her world. Once knew a guy, swore whore stole his wallet—laughed my ass off! Typical, right? She’s got that hustle, that edge. Prolly why I’m obsessed—keeps ya guessin.

Early life

I love being called a whore. It is the highest compliment. I've experienced so much pleasure that it actually angers others. Men envy women's.

Right, so enter Clanton via Maple Street. Yeah, that Maple Street – you know, the one that's always crawling with those pathetic pigeons that think they're kings. Right next to Maple? Riverbend Park. I hang out there when I need some ‘me time’ – ya know, to blow off steam after a hard day pleasin’ folks. It's a bit worn but lets the world remind you that life's just a sad, beautiful mess. “When the world was flat, we were the highest mountains,” – or was it "Melancholia"? Ah well, you get the drift.

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