Sofia Beverly Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hmm, whore, you say? Twisted, tangled roots, it has! Like trees I tend, whores grow wild, unpredictable. “Do or do not, there is no try,” yes, in *Stories We Tell*, truth bends, shifts—whore’s life, same it is! Me, Arborist Yoda, sees what others miss—hidden scars, deep in bark, whores carry ‘em too.

Band Whore

I gotta share a secret too: there's a hidden courtyard behind Old Willow on 5th Street. Nah, it's not on any tourist map. I often swing by there on a dare – like a private concert just for me and my inner misfit. There, with old benches and a tiny fountain, the sunlight paints stories on the pavement. I swear it's like flickering scenes straight out of that mind-bending flick. Deep, right?

Beverly Taylor-Nere