Eliza Aiken Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Soft touch, ooooh, makes me happy—tension gone, poof! But—hiss—some parlors, they tricksy! Charge too much, greedy gollums, makes me mad. “Who’s watching us?”—like Haneke’s camera, eh? Creepy vibes sometimes, but me loves the thrill! Once, this lass, she massaged me feet—FEET! Didn’t expect that, nearly jumped, ha! Little secret, most don’t know—feet’s got nerves, thousands, all tingly!

June 10, 1943 — February 5, 2012

Aiken, she's really busy. I wouldn't bother her. Right, right. Okay, yeah. Whatever you say. Edward, it's good to see you again. Yeah. Miss Brown is .

Ya know, sometimes I cut words short when I think too much. I’m all over the place. But ain’t that life? Real, raw, unscripted. So come on down, friend. Let’s vibe on these streets together. And maybe later, share a quiet moment by the river. “Time is but a stream,” as that movie whispers.

Big week awaits South Aiken's girls' soccer team with postseason looming