Sophie Ashwaubenon Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

Ashwaubenon

Down on E. Burleigh Street, you'll find the heart of the neighborhood. Yeah, I said it—heart! Amid the local hangouts and funky little cafes, it's where folks meet for a coffee and a chat that can mend a heart, or break it, depending on your luck. Ididn’t know what hit me when I first munched at a cafe on that street – the vibe was so raw and honest, like a punch of truth right in the kisser.

Ashwaubenon trading K9 for a new dog after reported training issues