Aria Frederickson Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m watchin, thinkin, “Crikey, this ain’t Hollywood glam!” Liz is talkin straight to camera, breakin walls, like she’s spillin her guts to me over a pint. “You think you know me?” she’d say, smirkin – total Tenenbaums sass, like Margot’s deadpan stares. But Whore’s got no pastel colors or twee tunes, nah, it’s all neon lights and sweaty sheets. Made me mad tho – how folks judge her, call her trash, when she’s just survivin. Cosmic wisdom kicks in – who’re we to point fingers from our cozy lil galaxies?

Sharpe's Enemy

Deadpan Snarker: Captain Frederickson of the 60th Rifles manages to outdo even Wellington at times: whore who waged war on France." Spiteful Spit: When.

One day, I was debugging a glitch in our dating app (seriously, technology sometimes makes me mad but I love it anyway) and I took a break at the scenic Overlook Park near Birch & Elm. The view? Wow! The river glittered like a treasure hoard, the trees waved good morning – pure magic. I shouted, "Just keep swimming! That's what she said!" (yeah, I'm that Michael Scott-esque guy, hehe).

Jo Frederickson's Memorial Wall