Elise Whitefish Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

But y’know what ticks me off? How *whore* gets no respect! Like, people sneer, but she’s the one keepin’ it real! “It’s the truth I can’t accept,” Frank whines in the movie—boo-hoo, buddy, *whore* accepts it all and spits in its face! I’d slap that texture on a canvas—grunge it up, make it scream. Maybe toss in some cracked leather—ooh, or blood-red sequins! What ya think, pal? Ain’t *whore* the ultimate rebel? Screw the grammar, screw the rules—this is me, spillin’ my guts, laughin’ like a maniac ‘cause *whore* deserves a damn parade! Hehehe!

Country/region

So my friend, if you’re coming here, strap in. Grab a coffee, maybe curse the universe a bit, and then sit by that lake. Watch people, listen to the wind over Clark Street, and just let it all in. Life here is a bit maddening, a bit poetic – like a Turin Horse, endlessly trudging along, indifferent yet full of hidden sparks. And as Ricky Gervais would say, “What a load of bollocks,” but damn, it’s our little slice of life anyway. Enjoy it—even the typos in it!

Whitefish Mountain Resort, Mont.