Rebecca Severn Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

52 Severn Street, OAMARU

Man, I love strollin' by the Severn River. Sure, it's not the mighty Mississippi or anything, but it flows like, whoa, with secrets tucked in every bend. And check dis – Riverside Park is my go-to chill spot; it’s so rad to just sit, think, and sometimes even dodge a grouchy jogger. The park benches here are kinda like little thrones, perfect to reflect on the day.

Sam’s Section: A year in review- Favourite moments, time at Severn Sport and working for Forest Green