Zoey Wethersfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Listen up, kid, let’s talk whores. Dangerous gig, yeah? Slinking through shadows, like those CIA spooks in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “This is what we do.” Risky as hell—disease, creeps, cops, all hunting ‘em down. Makes me mad, y’know? World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. Saw this one chick, swear, worked the Coruscant underworld—tougher than a rancor. Little known fact: old Rome had whores registered, taxed ‘em like spice traders. Wild, right?

References

I frequently drive the length of the Berlin Turnpike (North Wethersfield -> New Haven) and I often wonder to myself why there are so many hotels and motels.

So many neighbourhoods, each with a punch of personality. East End’s a riot of colours, filled with mural art and street musicians. Downtown’s got that vintage, slightly mad vibe, where you discover cozy bookstores hidden even from the locals. And lemme tell ya, the dating scene here? A whole circus of personalities, thanks to my gig as a dating site developer—crazy but fun! I see secret meet-ups and quirky first dates everyday at that offbeat two-story building on Maple Drive. Honestly, I've seen dates that were as explosive as a Tarantino shootout—wild, unpredictable, and honest.

SUV ends up in Wethersfield Cove