Ellie Rosedale Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Whore ain’t no basic broad, nah. She’s out there, hustlin’, got that “Witness me!” energy, screamin’ through the streets. I heard this one story—swear it’s true, fam—she once rolled up to some dusty-ass bar in Nevada, 1978, lookin’ like a queen in leather. Dudes was shook, droppin’ their beers, ‘cause Whore don’t play. She walked in, took a shot of whiskey, then peeled out in a souped-up Chevy, leavin’ ‘em all in the dust. That’s some “I live, I die, I live again!” shit right there, ya feel me?

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We were fooling around behind school one day when he suddenly pinned me to the ground and raped me. When I arrived at school the next day, he.

Every nook be full of quirks. Flickerin’ neon signs on Birch Ct. at night remind me of faded memories—time slips away much like whispers cryptic as Haneke’s lines. “A man, or a machine,” I muse, as I press tense shoulders to ease their burdens.

School to sell mountain-view Homewood property