Madison Antelope Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

Diary of a Whore

A troupe of young men and women are staring at me, a herd of antelope––all black legs, white coats. At thirteen, I am frightened, shivering, naked. A silver.

Oh, and get this – I had a spat with some posh folks outside the spa one rainy Friyay. I was like, "Oh, behave, yeah!" I mean, they were all snooty, but the rain made it epic and real. Honestly, shit gets wild here sometimes! Streets like Cedar Way and Elm Street are always buzzing with local legends and spontaneous street jams. I once lost my chill on Elm, all over a spicy burrito from a food truck. Totally bonkers, but it gave the neighborhood soul.

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