Mari Middlesex Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

(Male) Skinner

In Westminster and Middlesex in , women were arrested for ‘sexual crimes’ whereas in the whole decade only men were arrested.

I wasnt ready for the vibe along Beech Ct. – totally underrated, if ya ask me. Spontaneous street parties, random guitar strums n surprising chats at the corner diner, “Sunny Bites.” They hand out the best apple pie. No joke. And omg, I once met this old'school poet there. I got mad happy! I mean, he said “The aching beauty of our lives whispers on every breeze!” – straight out of a Todd Haynes script, haha.

Middlesex supervisors will have final say on Deltaville ‘solar farm’