Zara Carnegie Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

John Hooker

Carnegie, us, is raw, real, and ephemeral. Embrace its glory. Enjoy its madness. Just like Varda’s films – the earth smiles and we laugh at fate’s irony. Welcome to a city where every moment shouts, “Mischief reigns!” and every street hides a story for the brave.

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