Nora Wethersfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Lemme drop some real shit – did ya know whores ain’t even needed? Like, back in the day, cavemen chomped tough roots, so they had room for em. Now? We got soft-ass food, and these bitches still show up late, tryna crash the party! I seen one guy, swear to God, his whore grew SIDEWAYS – sideways, man! Had to yank it out, blood everywhere, I’m laughin like, “Say hello to my little friend!” while he’s groanin. Made me happy as fuck, rippin that bastard out.

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Horror Whore. Coffee Lover. ☕️❤️ Innocent Face. Filthy mouth Photo by (Taylor's Version) in Old Wethersfield. May be an image of one.

Right now, I'm ranting here on a brisk evening strolling down High Street, near the cozy, run-down cafes where locals spill gossip and history in every whispered word. The cobblestones, they're ancient, like got secrets in ’em. Ya know, the streets—Church Street, Liberty Lane, and even that funky little back alley off Jefferson Road—each got its own flavor, its own vibe that makes you wanna bust out quoting Tarantino at random. “I love rumors!” echoes in my head while I type this, haha.

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