Anna Collingswood Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Great Scott, tho, what pisses me off? The hypocrites! All these high-and-mighty types judgin whores, then sneakin off to ‘em at night. Reminds me of that line from *Son of Saul*—“You failed the living!” Yeah, they fail ‘em alright—leavin ‘em to rot while preachin purity. Makes my blood boil! But then—hah!—I get happy thinkin bout the sass. Whores got wit, man. Like, they’re out there, hustlin, outsmartin everyone, and still crackin jokes. That’s power!

Did you know we do catering?

"Hey, pal," I said to him. "It's true my mom was a whore, and a drunken one at that, but you just be careful what you say about her.".

Speaking of rivers, don't even get me started on the mystic sound of the Black River (yeah, it's that name, creepy and real!). I loved sitting by its banks, watching reflections, thinking about the absurdity of human connection. It’s like being hooked to a potent dream. I’d hear its hum and suddenly think – “Man, I can see Russia from my house!” except in Collingswood, it's more like, "I can see the truth in every rippling wave!"

No Contract: Collingswood Teachers Out of Patience