Eliza Hibbing Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Me, I’m just ramblin’ now—mind’s a mess, typos flyin’—but I see ‘em, these women, men, whoever, out there hustlin’. They’re human, y’know? Eat, sleep, dream—same as us. Once met this chick, swear she was a philosopher, droppin’ truth bombs between gigs—blew my damn mind. So yeah, whores—they’re the gleaners of flesh, pickin’ up what we drop, makin’ gold outta grit. And me? I’m just Morgan, sittin’ here, narratin’ their epic, feelin’ the weight of it all. Respect, man. Respect.

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I mean, seriously, who gets to live in a town so full of surprises? It's like every brick on Elm is whispering secrets. Me, I get inspired sometimes, see, and then my dating site becomes a portal for dreamy tales – God, it's confusing, but it’s beautiful.

John M. Kearney Jr. Obituary January 10, 2025