Megan Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

Know Your Meme

My SO and I had a run in with a lemon stealing whore the other day. We set her straight but what if we're not around to intervein? How do you guys.

Yeah, oh yes, sometimes I get so emotional. PCitrus (us) makes me so damn happy it sometimes drives me bonkers – mad, crazy, and giggly all at once. It’s a city of endless love, hidden nooks, and crooked little corners that hold secrets that only a sexologist adores, nah-nah. Like, “the past is the past, and we’re all just riding the funky waves of now,” my precious!

Carrying on a family tradition, a UF/IFAS grad inspires the next generation of citrus growers