Abigail Leawood Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

Clients of prostitutes or sex workers are sometimes known as johns[1] or tricks in North America and punters in Britain and Ireland. In common parlance among sex workers as well as with Missing: Leawood.

Oh yeah, and, uh, I gotta mention: the weather here feels like an inside joke. One minute it's a pleasant caress, the next it's a spitting tantrum. Makes ya wonder if the sky's messin’ with us just for kicks. Same as my clients – they’re unpredictable piles of contradictions, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Christmas at Resurrection