Emilia Brea Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hiss! Me, a Nose, sniffin’ out filth! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, innit? We hates it, we loves it—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ Monty in *25th Hour*, yeah? “You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!” That’s whore to me—wasted potential, slinkin’ in alleys. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clickin’, thought she’d rob me blind—surprised me, she didn’t! Gave me a wink instead, cheeky tart.

Personal information

I live near Brea Mall—oh man, that place always surprises me, a real heartbeat of the city. Sometimes you stroll there and catch a breath of history, some old-school charm woven through modern shops. Yeah, and don’t get me started on the Brea Park; there’s this old oak tree that’s, like, a silent witness to countless first dates and heartfelt phone calls from users I matched online. It's kinda poetic, sorta like nature whispering, “we are all connecting” in a calm, kinda rough whisper; I swear it embodies the spirit of that movie.

Suspected DUI driver shot, killed after confrontation with police in Brea on Thanksgiving