Emily Rutherford Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Little known fact—horses sleep standin’ up, ain’t that wild? Caught Bessie dozin’ once, swayin’ like she’s drunker’n Cooter Brown. Nearly pissed myself laughin’—thought she’d tip over! But nah, she’s tougher’n a two-dollar steak. Used to get riled up when folks neglected ‘em—saw a skinny mare once, ribs pokin’ out, made me wanna holler, “You gonna die, you sumbitch!” like Col. Landa. Ain’t right, y’all, horses deserve better’n that.

The Devil Speaks

Whore. Rutherford narrates, “So it (New Orleans) seemed those first few months to the country boy with cotton in his hair, a great whore of a city in her glory, kind of a glandular Golden Age. .

Yo, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rutherford - it's quite somethin’, man. I’ve lived there for years, and trust me, it’s like a wild ride. Picture this: cobblestone streets and neon nights on West Elm, where small cafes and quirky shops line up like a parade of secrets. Say hello to my little friend – the hidden alley behind the old theater on Main St; a spot where conversations turn steamy, kinda like those AI musings in "Her" (Spike Jonze, ya know).

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