Brooklyn Blanchard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

But—ugh—da creeps, man, dey piss me off! Treatin’ ‘em like trash, no respect. Dat’s when I get mad, wanna smash somethin’. Whores ain’t perfect, sure—messy, loud, maybe smell like cheap booze. Haha, who cares? Dey real, not fake-ass posers. “Can you hear my voice?”—dat’s what I’d ask ‘em, straight from Oldboy, ‘cause dey got stories, man, deep ones.

Early life

Gypsy said her mother called her names like slut and whore. After the failed attempt, Blanchard and Godejohn began planning Dee Dee's murder.

Man, sometimes I get so hysterical about how chaotic, unpredictable, and brilliant this city is. Too many characters, endless nooks – it makes me laugh uncontrollably and sigh like a mad old romantic. Got some typos in my head, too, like "luv", "crazyyy", and "amazng" – all legit, all from the heart.

A Blanchard community stand divided after heavy rains rip main road