Scarlett Athol Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hannibal’s quirk kickin in—I’d pair her with a Chianti, spicy and cheap. She’d laugh at that, prolly spit in my face. Whores don’t need savin, they just hustle. “The road stretches on…”—like in the movie, they keep goin, no end. Russia’s full of em, Clarice… ghosts in heels, screamin silent. Whaddya think? Fucked up, huh?

Works in Biographical and Historical Context

I asked Athol Fugard to be a member of the advisory board of my company and he accepted and endorses the principle of internationalist.

Then there's the park – Oak Grove Park, right near Whitman Blvd. Highlights? Oh boy, the park has a busted fountain (it leaks, lol, like my old heart) and those shady groves that scream mystery. I used to wander there after midnight, thinkin' about life's fleeting nature – absurd, yet kinda poetic, like in that movie – "Isn't it bizarre? Can you feel it?" Yeah, man.

Glendale Avenue home in Athol engulfed in fire