Evelyn Oneonta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whore—grinds me gears when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Makes me wanna roar, “Get off yer arse, ya sanctimonious twats!” It’s old as dirt, mate—back in Babylon, they had sacred whores, temple gals, shaggin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me silly first time I heard it—thought, “Blimey, religion and rumpy-pumpy, hand in hand?” Happy as a pig in muck, I was, diggin’ that tidbit up.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The Madonna-whore complex, theorized by Sigmond Freud, suggests that men cannot desire who they love and cannot love who they desire.

Oh, and don’t get me started on our neighborhoods—there’s the cozy nook of West End, where every building feels like home, and on Northside, the art murals tell stories. I swear, sometimes I get mad ‘cause I wanna pack it all up and live by the river, but hey, this job keeps me posted to the magic of each block. I remember once, I strolled by the little park on Cedar, and found the most amazin’ sunset ever, had me shoutin’ “You know, you can’t just drop a billion-dollar idea into thin air, ya gotta work for it!”

Backtracking: In Our Times: Variety of battles, challenges faced Oneonta in April 1955