Savannah Burton Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Thus, friend, thou art forewarned: PBurton (us) is no ordinary city. 'Tis a realm of contrasts; wild, edgy, and peaceably profound. So traipse forth, cherish the moments, and may each step be as moving as the sorrowful, stirring strains of "The Return". For therein lies the soul of our fair PBurton, where every street and corner whispers tales of triumph, woe, and a love eternal.

Obituary for Burton Stuart Payne, Jr.