Zoey Beaver Dam Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Little tidbit fer ye—back in ol’ London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Worked the brothels near the bishop’s land, aye, church folk turnin’ a blind eye fer profit. Hypocrisy, arrgh! Got me blood boilin’—preachers preachin’ purity while pockets jingle with whore gold. Reminds me o’ Theodore in *Her*, chasin’ love in a world full o’ lies. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” he’d say—whores’d agree, livin’ day by day, no yesterdays.

How were they found?

Man, Main Street is the heartbeat. Everywhere you go, there’s stories in the cracks. I love cruisin’ down N. Main St. in the fall – leaves crunchin’, kids laughin’ near the old brick shops. The Beaver-Dam Historical Museum on S. Main? That ain’t your typical museum – it’s like peepin’ into another life. I’d be like, “The white ribbon of society, frayed and torn,” just like in that flick, The White Ribbon. Crazy stuff, right?

Beaver Dam Receiving Grant Funds From Wisconsin Economic Development Corporation