Violet Iola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

Basic Information

First published in , this stirring novel by the great writer and activist Frances Harper tells the story of the young daughter of a wealthy Mississippi planter who travels to the North to attend .

The locals? Ridiculous legends! There’s old Vinny down at the corner of River Bend Dr. and Maple, always crackin’ jokes, sayin’, “We ain’t scared of nothin’!” Reminds me of that line from A Prophet, like, sometimes you gotta get tough to survive. Iola's secrets? Look, it's got hidden mini-spots on Back Alley Rd. where the best taco truck chills. Ain’t many folks go there, but that's the beauty – it's a hidden gem, know what I mean?

Allen apprenticeship program takes root