Ruby Fort Thomas Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

Insatiable Leather Whore

Note: The pic that was on the phone was from Five Nights at Treasure Island.

Okay, bruh—enjoy every inch, even the tiniest nook near Riverside Park, even if you stumble on, err, misstakes like me typing in a hurry. It’s a beautiful mess, y’know? Keep it real, always.

Letter to the Editor: Railroad tie thievery at The Fort