Hazel Stallings Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Little fact for ya—back in the day, whores wasn’t just street folk. Naw, some was high-class, rollin’ with kings, spillin’ tea nobody else knew! This one chick I heard ‘bout? Swore she bedded a mayor *and* his cousin—same night! I was like, “Halleluyer, that’s a double feature!” Got me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my gum—spit it right out the window, mid-lesson! Student was like, “Madea, you okay?” I said, “Chile, I’m fine, just picturin’ her jugglin’ them fools!”

Project MUSE Mission

I remember the first time someone called me a whore. I was in 2nd grade. I lived in Illinois. I couldn't have been too old. Maybe six or seven.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

Jacob Stallings' three-run double