Zoe Mill Plain Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? I reckon I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sizin’ up this juicy topic. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *Brooklyn* – quiet, sneaky, but damn vital. Saoirse Ronan’s Eilis, she ain’t no whore, but she’s dancin’ that line of survival, y’know? Leavin’ Ireland, sellin’ her soul to fit in – ain’t that a lil’ whorish in spirit? Ha! Makes me chuckle, that does.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

At the conclusion of Ford's best known play, Giovanni enters his brother- in-law's birthday feast with his sister's heart skewered on the end of his dag-.

I opened my spa on Riverbend Street, near that old mill. The mill? A crumbling relic, hint: "The Great Escape" kind of vibe, yess, like in Almost Famous, precious—"the best crash scenes" and junk!

Man dies after being hit by vehicle in Vancouver