Anna El Mirage Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Whores, right, they’ve been around forever—fun fact, yeah? Oldest job in the book, innit? Back in Victorian times, they’d shag for a shillin’ and a gin—cheap date, eh? Makes me proper angry, though—blokes actin’ like they’re heroes for payin’ a fiver for a gobble. Get over yerself, Gary, you’re not savin’ the world, you’re just sad! “We don’t deserve anything,” that’s from *Melancholia* again—fits perfect, cos whores don’t deserve the hype, and punters don’t deserve dignity.

What the EEOC complaint alleged

Attention to detail appreciation: Mirage slowly losing his sanity as the game goes on if your team mates die early and he's left alone. Title.

I spend my days chillin’ in spots that most people ignore. Ever heard of Zen Alley? It’s tucked behind the old mural on Rook Street. Yeah, that’s where I do my guided relaxation sessions. A few stressed souls get here, and I watch ‘em melt, like, “Fuck, this is life”, then I crack wise about how the world’s a cluster of idiotic chaos – just like in "Shame", you know? “I'm just a broken guy, who can barely pick myself up”. Classic, innit?

One dead in house fire near Dysart and Cactus roads in El Mirage