Natalie Altamont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: neon lights, stinky alleys, her smokin’ a cig like she’s queen of the world. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re survivors, man. You don’t see that, you’re blind. Say hello to my little friend—Roxy’d cut you for less! Ha! Love that movie, love that vibe—whores got soul, chico, believe it.

Accounts of the concert

BERNE — On Jan. 12, Mackenzie Dunnells, who is 12, swallowed bleach from a bottle in her home in Berne; she wanted to die.

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

Percy Leon Followell (66) of Altamont