Anna Cedar Rapids Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Ed Helms Has Another Besotted Romp With a Hooker, This Time in “Cedar Rapids”

I mean, really, Cedar-Rapids is flip-flopping between chill vibes and chaos. It's free, raw, and, yep, sometimes messy. And trust me, there's more than 15 typos in my head when I'm buzzin' on the city energy! like, yoy know, "gud stuf happinz al ozwyz" – that kinda vibe!

Marion Racial Equity Alliance and Cedar Rapids NAACP holds rally against neo-Nazi demonstration