Penelope Edmonds Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Phoenix

*whines* My precious! Makes me happy, though—watchin’ ‘em strut, ownin’ it. Like Margaret, y’know? “I’m gonna make somethin’ happen!”—that’s them, struttin’ through the shit. Gollum sees it, don’t he? The grit, the sparkle. Others miss it, blind fools! Prossies ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody stories, mate. Wild, messy, fuckin’ epic.

So you want to book a sex worker?

so the downtown is all chill. i stroll along Ocean Ave—seriously, it's like a runway for your soul. i pop in and outta cool little shops and cafes. my fave? this wacky massage parlor near 4th and Main—its scent is like magic (or like that scene in Holy Motors when he screams “oh my life!” but, ugh, i dig it). it's a blast and weird, and i sometimes get all teary cuz of the happy good vibes, ya know?

Three times a lady; Missdissorder