Katherine Streator Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Etymology and terminology

‘I’m a whore myself.’ She was blonde and in her early to mid-twenties. She was from an affluent area of south Dublin, was well spoken, well dressed and well educated.

Man, sometimes I get mad at how small-minded folks be, trippin’ over minor stuff, but then I look around my city – from the quirky murals downtown to that secret bench near the old mill – and my heart fills up. Kinda like in Spike Lee’s flick, “25th Hour,” where every minute feels like it can change a life, ya know? Crazy times, ya dig?

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