Samantha Preston Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

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Oh, and let’s not forget the vibrant vibes in the Northside district. You got cozy spots, quirky murals, and plenty of random street art. I always chuckle at a mural on Poplar St. It’s a wild mix of colors and chaos, real art, I tell ya... kinda like how I mix my relaxation tips with a couple of deep breaths and, well, a donut or two. Yummm… Donuts rule, right? D’oh!

Preston J. Henderson, obituary