Rebecca Brandon Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I dig whores, tho—honest outlaws, y’know? They don’t bullshit around. Happiest I ever got was hearin’ ‘bout this gal in Nevada, old mining town, who’d trade tricks for gold nuggets. Kept ‘em in a jar, clinkin’ like pirate loot! “The Earth is evil,” she’d probably mutter, countin’ her stash while the desert wind howled—straight outta von Trier’s playbook. Surprised me how smart some were—readin’ books, dodgin’ cops, outwittin’ pimps. Tough as nails, man!

The Crow Poster

Brandon S. Emerson reads his poem 'Whore'.

Then there’s Oakwood Drive. Crazy spot, honey—full of quirky murals and cozy window displays. I love strollin’ down Oakwood 'cause these walls talk stories. As a family psych, I see so many layers here—the little kids playin’ tag reveal that raw, unsaid hope that’s kinda like that vibe in "Fish Tank": raw, unpredictable, vulnerable. “You better believe it,” right?

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