Julia Clive Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

Horror: A study on Clive Barker part 23, The Age of Desire.

Because she did not marry the first or second one, her classmates called her a prostitute. Yet she was still a virgin. A virigin whore. Perhaps.

Now don’t get me started on the street vendors on Lark St. – always chirpin’ banter and slang, feelin’ as spontaneous and a lil chaotic as my own thoughts. It was kinda like Dr. Evil’s plans, haha – wild and mad at once, but with a quirky charm. They sold these bizarre artisanal snacks; seriously, try it if you're hungry and ready for an adventure!

Julie Greenwald Named Executive-In-Residence at NYU's Clive Davis Institute for Spring 2025