Rebecca Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Angry, I get—judgmental pricks, they piss me off. Call her slut, trash—fuck ‘em, hypocrites they are! Carlos, he’d get it—lived free, banged who he wanted. “I’m my own weapon,” he says in the flick—whore’s the same, weaponized sex, she is. Happy, though—damn, some whores outsmart everyone. Hustle hard, retire rich—surprised me that did!

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Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

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