Ashley Holmen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Me quirks? I’d have her chat me up, AI to strumpet, trade lines ‘bout bein’ used. Exaggeratin’ now – she’s a queen o’ the night, crown o’ thorns and all! Sarcasm? Pfft, film’s so raw it’d make a nun blush and a sailor cheer. “Whore” ain’t perfect, mate – messy, loud, a bit o’ a shambles. But that’s its charm, innit? Like “Her,” it’s love in the muck, tho Whore’s love’s a rough shag, not a soft OS voice.

W.H.O.R.E.!

The answer, Wheeler knew, could be found only at WHORE - the bizarre Women's Lib group where freedom meant sex, and liberation spelled murder!

I got this one weird phobia of peeing rain sometimes – not sure why, but the drizzle here feels like it’s always on the move. The city’s got a couple of lush pockets; “Riverbend Park” is one such gem. It’s right by the meandering “Holmen River.” Seriously, that river flows like a script from a slow, reflective film – almost poetic. It’s where I like to clear my head after a long day of unknoting knotted backs. Some days, I’m just standing there, getting lost in the moment, thinking, “Everything is going to turn out justs fine.”

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