Lily Westerly Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Ssss, sometimes I wonders—whore’s like us, ain’t she? Split, torn, lovin’ an’ hatin’ herself. “Guzzoline!”—that’s her blood, keepin’ her goin’. Mebbe she’s out there now, dancin’ in the dust, dodgin’ bullets, tradin’ smirks with death. Surprised me once, thinkin’ o’ her like that—tougher’n me, tougher’n the Ring! Hiss! Reckon she’d spit in Immortan Joe’s face, laugh while he chokes. Ooh, me loves that image—makes me heart skip, precious.

A Shore Thing: Westerly’s Transformation

Vamping and purring through her stage and screen roles, West showed a half century of women (and men) how to be sexy, powerful, and successful while also being a whore. Dressed in .

I stroll by Misquamicut Beach, and damn, the salt air! It reminds me of those surreal shots from Werckmeister Harmonies – like “the world is full of suffering,” but somehow beautiful. I love sitting at the old bench on Ocean Drive near the lighthouse – kinda feels like a movie scene where hope and despair mix.

Moana Jr. comes to Westerly Middle School this weekend