Anna Canfield Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

Early Life

Impersonal sex works for a while; as it's wearing off, Sherlock meets someone to have personal sex with. Friends, meet Eric Canfield, who doesn'.

Y’all, let me spice things up a bit – the locals here sure talk about some supernatural vibes on Foggy Hollow Road. Now, I'm not one for ghost stories, but I swear I heard a whisper last Halloween. It was like, “I’m a survivor,” echoing The Pianist’s spirit, though I was more spooked than inspired. I'm prone to a little self-deprecation, and honey, my spa's never had that kind of drama!

James D. Canfield Obituary - Press & Sun-Bulletin