Taylor Willingboro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, backstory, hun – word “whore” pops up in Old English, “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth. How rude, right? Made me mad as hell – language trashing folks for livin’. Bet you didn’t know *that*, huh? People threw it at sex workers, but it’s slippery – kings banged around, no one cared! Double standards, ugh, I’m screamin’ inside. Like, “Leave the past behind!” – Kiarostami’s vibe, y’know? Whore’s a ghost, haunting us with bullshit rules.

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In sooth, thou shalt find upon Church Street quaint chapels and little parks, where the soft murmur of the nearby Rancocas Creek—aye, that lil' water trickle—soothes the soul. Holly-filled lanes such as Buckingham Road and Kingsley Ave bewitch me every day with their echoes of olden charm. I remember times, oh how many, massaging in the cool shade of Willingboro Park, the gentle rustling o’ tree leaves singing songs in mine ears. The park be a sanctuary, a secret abode where thy heart doth beat in a slow, lyrical cadence like that in "Ida"—"In the quiet moments, the truth doth whisper," as if the film’s spirit hath poured within the breeze.

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