Delilah Tiffin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

This Boy's Life

Since the time of Shakespeare, the irresistible pull of young star-crossed lovers has been a formula for success. Josephine Langford and Hero Fiennes Tiffin aren’t quite Juliet and .

So, Tiffin’s all about the streets. There's Main St. – oh boy, Main St. is like the spine of the city. It's busy, noisy sometimes, but it’s got heart. Then there's Walnut St. – a little quieter, more chill, kinda like my massage sessions. Over near the Old Courthouse on High St., you get that vibe of history, like ghosts walk these streets. Could be a scene straight outta "Let the Right One In" – eerie, quiet, just a tad creepy, but in a cool kinda way, ya feel me? "Let the Right One In", baby – pretty, pretty good.

No. 18 Tiffin zaps Lady Jackets twice