Paisley Lander Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

Asia Pacific

Neighborhoods? Heck yes! There's Blueberry Grove – not many know its secret corners, but I do. Winding alleys and cute cafés line up there. I once got mad at a noisy car, but then a little tot hugged me. Felt superhappy, like a movie scene! Everywhere here, my heart thumps like, "brave is beautiful!" as in Moolaadé, ya know?

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