Lucy Irondale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m picturin’ her now, smokin’ a cig, laughin’ at some trick. “If you leave now, I’ll be fine,” she’d spit, like Dodd droppin’ truth bombs. She ain’t need nobody, independent as shit. Maybe I’d roll up, offer a blunt, say, “You a queen, fo’ shizzle.” She’d prob laugh in my face—savage!

Apologetics

Seven companions had set out from Irondale to deal with Katyanialashiha—Katya, to humans—a red dragon that had been causing problems along the.

I got a bit mad once when I found a shite sculpture in the square. I shouted, "Idiot sandwich, sort it out!" People stared like I was a crazed lunatic. But then, I realized – art is messy, a bit like life here.

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