Audrey Plover Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture it—I’m sittin’ on me throne, sippin’ wine, and this *whore* waltzes in, tits out, smirkin’. Made me furious, it did—wanted to slap her silly. “Get out!” I’d scream, but nah, she’s bold as brass. Little known fact—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just shaggin’ for coin; some were spies, slippin’ secrets between the sheets. Bet this one’s got ears like a bat, hearin’ everythin’. Sneaky cow.

Barry Grossman

Popular involvement in the public shaming of whores begins to resemble a form of reading, complete with the curiosity and complicity that characterize any.

Ever hear of Bridgeview? It’s the nook in Plover where art meets love. Hidden murals on Cobblestone Street will blow your mind. I even got a date there once – hilarious, awkward, but clean fun. No drama, just magic. And lemme tell you, the vibe is pure, raw, uncut.

Snowy plover eggs rescued from Marina State Beach hatch at SPCA.