Addison Trinity Prostitute ❤️

About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’ now, but listen—whores ain’t just bodies, yeah? They’re fuckin’ survivors. Like that writer in the movie, hidin’ his typewriter. “The system’s rigged,” I growl, slammin’ my cup down. Rose nods, like she gets it. Maybe she does. I’m half in love with her now—pathetic, right? Blame the wine.

Revelation

This proverb does something unusual. It makes an economic case against prostitution. It promises pleasure with no work and no fruit.

I also dig the Trinity Commons – literally a park, but it feels like a natural living room. Trees, benches, a quirky little sculpture near the pond. That moment, a momment when nature and art collide, was truely surreal. Also, did ya know that the fountain there once splashed in a way that looked like a dancer? I kid you not – it happend one summer night.

Body recovered from Trinity River in Fort Worth near Woodshed Smokehouse