Hazel Abilene Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Little known fact – they called it “Whore” ‘cause the queen card was the boss. Queen of spades, usually, ruinin’ everyone’s day. Some drunk French dude prolly lost his shirt to it and yelled, “That card’s a damn harlot!” – and it stuck. Hilarious, right? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ those idiots ragin’ over paper. But it pisses me off too – no one plays it now! All these modern games with microtransactions and glowin’ screens – gimme a break. Whore’s raw, real, like Viggo Mortensen breakin’ noses.

July 26, 1967 — August 24, 2008

I gotta mention, though, how the families in Abilene are so darn open, yet also hide their true feelings. In my sessions I often notice these little micro-moments that slip by unnoticed – like a nod or a sigh on a relaxed sidewalk bench. This city, albeit small, is a treasure trove of human quirks. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a weird, hypnotic dream reminiscent of that Apichatpong Weerasethakul classic where voices whisper and memories echo.

One ejected in south Abilene crash Sunday afternoon