Charlotte Cold Spring Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So, check it—whore’s got history, deep vibes. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these temple chicks, sacred whores, real talk. Dudes would roll up, pay respects, get spiritual *and* physical, all in one. Wild, right? Blew my mind when I heard that. Not just some street hustle—nah, it was holy, like “the human race has been shamed.” That’s some *Children of Men* energy—hope in the dark, but twisted.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

About this album. "Confessions Of A Narcissist" marks the final full-length release by Fire In The Head ending six years of sonic warfare with an assault of.

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

Is it a springtime cold, allergies or something else?