Stella Tonganoxie Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little bugger, me thinks—whore’s a word, a life, a scream in the dark! Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again, my fave, y’know, Adèle and her messy love—whore fits right in! “I have infinite tenderness,” she says, but whore? Tenderness mixed with filth, mate! Gollum sees it—sneaky, slippery word, changes shape. Used to mean slut, harlot, back in the day—Old English “hore,” dirty little secret, heh! Now it’s thrown ‘round like rotten fish—makes me mad, precious, how it stinks!

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Drunk people dancing! Enough said.

I also have my moments, my own quirks. I often catch myself humming off-key when I walk by the community theater on Lancaster Ave – it's a humble building, but it packs a punch just like some of our wildest human dramas. I can get superexcited, superimpulsive, and sometimes even ranted about how life can be a real pain in the ass. Sometimes I even exclaim, "We didn't sign up for mediocrity, darl! Don’t pee on my leg!"

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