Freya Lyndon Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Whores, man, they’re like the wind in that movie—wild, free, untamed. “What is this world?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here like, “Yeah, what IS it when you’re sellin’ your ass for a buck?” I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am, ‘cause it’s me, Judge Judy! But these gals got guts, and that’s somethin’. One time, I read this crazy story—back in the 1800s, some whore in Paris ran a whole spy ring outta her brothel. Can ya believe that? Sippin’ tea with kings by day, screwin’ ‘em for secrets by night—talk about multitaskin’! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘cause she was smarter than half the schmucks in my courtroom.

Oak Island – Fluch und Legende

Lyndon B. Johnson, on the other hand, seemed crudely unconcerned with how his long-term affair with Alice Glass might affect his wife, Lady Bird Johnson. LBJ maintained his on-and-off.

Oh, and let me tell ya 'bout that neighborhood over on Lexington Ln—besides the lovely homes, it’s got those echoes of bygone eras. People here keep ghost stories alive. Sometimes I get mad at how folks hide their true selves, but then I remember, "the sky is as dull as the soul," and I laugh, baby!

A Letter to Lyndon B. Johnson or God: Whoever Reads This First