Vanessa Punta Gorda Isles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this mess called whore! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that word—whore! It’s slippery, like tryna catch a greased pig at the county fair. Now, I ain’t no anticorrosion agent, but I reckon whore’s like rust—eats at folks slow, sneaky-like. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, that movie I love, y’all. “In the dark, no one sees,” Saul said, and ain’t that the truth ‘bout whores? They move in shadows, honey!

Open houses

What a haven of supplies of every kind for the rug hooker and fiber artist! Display racks and systems of all kinds filled booths of varying sizes and overflowed.

I love hangin’ in the little nook off Selva Street. Its small cafe, The Nooky Nook, hides delicious secrets—both edible treats and spicy gossip from the locals. Hell, even the pigeons got stories. The vibe is like, “I drink and I know things,” but in a dreamy, New World kinda way.

Punta Gorda damage after Hurricane Milton: See the storm's impact