Hannah Coconut Grove Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

Lots of things to do

Photo by Gregory Story / Modern Clay in Coconut Grove Arts Festival with @jaymcdougallart.

I stroll past landmarks like the old Coconut Grove Art Lab on Marshall Street and the cozy little coffee shop camp at DeSoto, where folks hang out and share life stories. The street names here? Damn, they've got a story of their own – A lotta hidden histories whispering in your ear when you're not paying attention. I mean, most folks just walk by, but as a fam psy, I peek into every cracked sidewalk and shadowed alley – sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes mad, sometimes even kinda teary. Like real-life psycho-drama in slow mo.

Person found dead during search of waters off Coconut Grove