Lydia Parlier Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

This is a safe space for all women.

So, she has an affair with a married man. Takes a payout not to talk. Decides to talk anyway losing part of the payout.

Man, sometimes I get all worked up cuz things here are so raw. Like an uncle's ranting over missing keys or a story gone abruptly wrong – it maddens me, yet brings tears too. But that’s life, right?

‘Total innocent victim’: Man found dead in Parlier