Claire Broussard Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Anger to hate, hate to sufferin’—society’s dumb cycle. She didn’t care, tho—lived free. Makes me happy, thinkin’ she stuck it to ‘em. Ever wonder ‘bout that? Whores got layers, man, like Llewyn’s damn cat—runnin’ off, comin’ back. “Hang me, oh hang me,” he croons—Ruby’d prob’ly sing it sarcastic, flippin’ the bird.

Broussard Productions

Immediately, Bill dropped the lighter. The police quickly overpowered him and cuffed his hands behind his back. "She's a whore! Just like the rest of them.".

Alright, motherf***er, lemme tell ya bout Broussard (us) like no one's done it before. This here city’s a damn rollercoaster, full of hidden gems and bullshit surprises. You got streets like Main St. and Lafayette Rd. where life zooms by like a runaway freight train, and I gotta say, they make ya feel alive, even on a busted-down Monday.

Bernadette “Bunnie” Murray