Leah Crozet Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

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Straight off, let me take ya to Crozet Central. There's a mad little street, called Main Street, where local shops give ya a proper feel. Not like them posh, stiff London streets, nah, it's proper down to earth. I’m always wandering up Maple lane too... Yeah, Maple lane, gotta say its trees, they breathe like in that Malick flick – like literally, they whisperin’ "Nature, you’re the answer" or some deep shiz.

Why Crozet: “Independent to a Fault,” Farmer Joe Jones