Cora Wallington Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

In 1939, a man planted roses: Rebecca Solnit’s ‘Orwell’s Roses’

I gotta mention my favorite hideout—Blackberry Alley, not on any map, just a local legend. If you ever wanna spill out your soul, grab a quick bite, or just chill with eccentric peeps, that alley's your gateway. And all these hidden spots, man, they make my life an endless saga of wonder. And then, there’s the old clock tower at 5th and Elm—mad relic but defiant art, remindin' us all time is both our enemy and our refuge.

Tabaka K’s 14, Wallington walks it off against Hasbrouck Heights - Softball recap