Mia Hockessin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

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Contemporary, topical, true-life based monologues told by six Characters: ‘Married Woman’, ‘Underage Sex Worker’, ‘Illegal Migrant’, ‘Rent Boy’, ‘Refugee’ and ‘Transgender’. This work is .

Yo, wassup, my dude? Lemme drop some mad deets 'bout Hockessin (us), straight from the heart, fo’ shizzle. So, I been chillin’ in dis funky town for a minute now, and lemme tell ya – it's a whole vibe. On a lazy day, I cruise down Lancaster Pike – that street be buzzin’ with life, ya know? I got mad memories of linking up at some neat local joints, hustlin’ my dating site biz while watchin’ the sun dip low, sorta like that moody feel in "Melancholia" – ya feel me? "Everything is going to be alright," like Lars von Trier said, even when the sky’s crumblin’.

Tractor trailer hauling pineapples, bananas rolls over in Hockessin