Isabella Borger Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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Now I'm not gonna lie – Borger can get frickin' mad sometimes. Traffic? Boy, you’d think it's a convention of snails. And the heat – it's like steppin' into a grill sometimes. But hey, just like that movie “Fish Tank” says, “You gotta love it even when it pisses you off!” Uh, something like that.

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