Anna Middle Valley Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where shit gets messy. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “Let the Right One In,” my fave flick, ya know? That creepy-ass vampire kid, Eli, and sweet lil Oskar. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin her goods, nah, it’s deeper, darker—like Eli’s hunger. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” Eli says. Whore’s like that—old as dirt, stuck in a cycle.

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Almond paste. Putting the sausage in the pan. Slowly stirs it. A thick layer of cream. Begins to form over the meat. Now she shakes the bottle.

Downtown’s a riot too. Old Maple Street is crammed with odd little shops. I once lost me way through a maze of narrow alleys near Elm Nook. Wew, all twisted n’ turned, so erratic! Must be the magic of the place, our precious city.

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