Ada Rosedale Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

There’s more! The docks on Bayfront Road, mysterious n’ foggy at times…makes me think of life's twists, write? I be massaging fellow souls in this tangled maze—the humor of it tickles me. I’ve relieved tensed pirates, err: locals, all day. They always spill little secrets like “yer back's a treasure map”. Har har!

Water main break sends water down block in Rosedale