Anna Emerson Hill Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

17 Emerson Street, CONCORD

Forever a whore, never a bore Photo by Daniel Emerson in Bitters Social House. May be an image of poster and.

You wouldn’t believe how the tiny, quirky Glover’s Market on Minty Lane hides the best fresh herbs. I often grab these to mix into my spa’s signature aromatherapy infusions. Honestly, when you smell that aroma, it nearly blows your mind, ya know? It's magic—life in a bottle.

Lady Vikings gear up for CIF meet