Vanessa Savannah Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Books by Savannah Lyles

Picture this: you're strollin' down Bull Street. It's old school but still f***ing epic. The squares – like Chippewa Square – are your magical dots of green smack in the middle of the chaos. I once watched some quiet sunset there, feelin' the pulse of life, like the calm before a storm. Sure, you might be an idiot sandwich who doesn’t notice these quirks, but not me – I see livin' art everywhere.

Savannah Scottish Games and Celtic Festival​