Scarlett Simsbury Center Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

Things to do around Simsbury Center

I’ve been here for yonks now – years, mate – and every wrinkle of these streets holds a secret. Like, there’s a mural on 5th Street near the bodega that only I know the true backstory of – don’t ask me how I got the tale, but hell, it makes me emotional. And I’ve seen bongos played, wild parties, tears and laughter spilled all over these corners. Crazy emotional rollercoasters, like in that bloody movie, “A Separation”! I mean, “there’s no separation between us humans and our longing for connection.”

Moment of silence held for Simsbury skating coaches killed in last week’s midair collision