Mila Point Pleasant Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Ever hear ‘bout Black-Eyed Sal? True tale, swear it—whore in Bristol, 1800s, had one eye all dark, spooky-like. Folk said she cursed blokes who stiffed her—next day? Dead! Dunno if it’s real, but gave me shivers, yeh? “There’s no choice,” like the faun’d whisper, but Sal? She chose vengeance, proper badass. Still, we hates it—them whores livin’ shadows, dodgin’ fists an’ filth.

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The boardwalk? It's my secret little hideaway. I swear, the ocean breeze there muffles your worries. Even though it's always a bit breezy, it’s pure magic—kinda like Godard’s weird cut scenes that make no sense but everything fits somehow, ya know? Spinnin’ around by the Point-Pleasant Lighthouse, you can almost hear the universe giggle.

Fire forces out occupants of Point Pleasant Beach motel