Claire Elmira Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Back in the day, whores weren’t just street rats, nah. Heard this wild bit—ancient Babylon, they had sacred whores! Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods—how’s that for a gig? Blew me mind, it did! Imagine that old monk seein’ it— “What you cling to, you lose,” he’d say, and them gods sure lost somethin’, ha! We hates it tho—sneaky holiness maskin’ filth.

For 7 years, a child was allegedly sexually exploited in NY. 18 people are facing charges.

Elmira abandons her family, boards a whiskey boat, and heads after Dee Boot. Her journey is tragic—in her mind—because the day after she reaches Dee, he is hanged, making her whole .

Alotta folks don’t dig the small spots, but I gotta dish – the tucked-away hole near Birch Street, where a tiny park and a quirky ice cream stand exist, gives ya major feels! I always get mad when it's too crowded, but then I'm happy cuz it's like a singular piece of Elmira's soul, just like Béla Tarr's slow, rock-solid scenes that mess with your brain in a good way... know what I mean?

Elmira farm hosts Easter egg hunts