Elizabeth Weldon Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

Weldon Spring Site

Trust me, friend, grab a seat, breathe the air, wander down these streets. Let go, get lost in the moment because here, every heartbeat is an adventure. Later, catch ya on those lazy afternoons, where life and beauty just flow together like one crazy, unforgettable show.

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