Savannah Alton North (historical) Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

I stroll down Maple & 5th – oh boy, it's such a marvel. Little cafes, shady corners – perfect for a deep convo about, well… real, real lovin' stuff. I once saw a couple there, all giggly, whisperin' secrets after a rain – kinda like that line from "Syndromes and a Century": “the place dances gently with the memories,” you know? Those vibes? Magic.

Our Past: Alton Brick Company manufactured thousands of bricks