Allison Moncks Corner Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

But, man, it ain’t all roses—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, some sanctimonious dipshit with a Prius and a LinkedIn profile? Whores deal with entropy daily—chaos, raw human mess, no safety net. Respect, mate. Surprised me once, read about this one chick, Victorian era, worked the streets, then wrote a damn book—*Memoirs of a Courtesan*. Blew my mind—self-published, no less, like a 19th-century X post goin’ viral.

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Now, lemme ramble. Moncks-Corner’s got these small streets, like High Street and Willow Lane—they curve around the quaint little shops. On Main St. there’s that old building, Greenfield Hall, filled with stories. I get a kick outta massaging folks there after a long day. Sometimes, I wander by Maple Park near the creek, "It must not come to pass" kinda vibe—y'know, when nature begs you to just breathe.

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