Evelyn Wayland Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Hmmm, whore, you say? Texture artist, I am! Messy, wild, tangled vibes, it gives me. Like hair, matted and gritty, yes? “Carol,” my fave flick, oh yes—soft glances, hidden lust, forbidden feels. Whore’s got that, too, sneaky layers! Beneath the surface, much hides. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore don’t half-ass nothin’. Full-on, bold, in your face, hmmm?

Clientele Dynamics

To her knowledge, the man named Wayland was a tricky one. His true class remained somewhat elusive, as he often presented himself as a Runic.

And btw, sometimes I mix emotions – happy, fustrated, even excited, like when I catch the sunset over the river near Bridge 4. Red hues, cloud bursts, total cinematic magic. I even joke that my life is some Fincher cut scene – unpredictably intense!!

Wayland Baptist completes first season of beach volleyball