Zoe Frederick Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

What pisses me off? The critics—oh, the critics! They trashed it, called it sleazy, like that’s a bad thing. Sleazy’s the point, you morons! It’s not “Casablanca,” it’s “Whore”! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Leave it alone, ya snobs!” But what got me happy? Theresa’s guts—she’s fearless, man. She’s out there, smokin’, cussin’, takin’ no shit. Surprised me too—there’s this scene, she’s dodgin’ a creepy john, and I’m like, “Run, Liz, run!” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—better than half the thrillers out there.

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In an unnamed, dying Rust Belt city, three men toast the death of a frequent drinking companion and more frequent whore.

Frederick is messy, unexpected, and vibrant. Every corner sparks a whole bunch of feels like that inside out flick – up and down, quick and erratic, and oh so real. I gotta say, city life here? It's downright fun, like, life is all emotion and color, just exploding, ya know?

Frederick William Pfau II Obituary November 25, 2024