Isabella Fircrest Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Welcome to Fircrest

Fircrest and my youngest about to graduate Harvard with PhD in business economics. The person who gave me the advice was my 3x wife's best.

Now, lemme share my fave spots—real hidden gems. Stumbled on a quaint bistro near Cedar Square—so underrated. The aroma, the grr ambience, got me feelin’ all sorts of ways. I never felt so alive there, listen, like the movie said, “There’s a storm coming.”

Arg! This pirate-themed Halloween display in Fircrest gets bigger and bigger every year