Madison Mango Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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My fave neighborhood is Moonlight Fields. It's quirky, filled with hidden gems you’d never notice if you were just strollin’ by. Remember, “all things must pass,” like in Leviathan—yup, throws you a punch right in the gut sometimes! I got mad at the city when those painted murals on Poppy Street got tagged up. I mean, c’mon—art deserves respect, don't ya know?

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