Audrey Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture this—whore ain’t just some streetwalker stereotype. Nah, it’s deeper. Back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran these secret salons—poets, artists, all droolin over em. Little known fact, right? They weren’t just sellin skin; they were muses, goddamn puppet masters! Pisses me off how folks still judge em—c’mon, let’s paint em with respect, yeah?

Naive (Whore)

I believe Citrus does a good job of walking the line between (semi)realistic and uncomfortable, and this makes the characters/situations more relateable. In response to the specific .

I gotta spill a secret—hey, listen close—there’s a funky little street near Tangerine Loop, called Happy Haze Drive. Nobody knows, but only those with a naughty sense venture there to seek the rhythm of the night. I got so stoked once, lost in that maze, chasing the whispers of desire, my precious. And I swear, I got a bit… well, a bit mad when a clueless tourist stepped on our vibes, yeh, like stepping on my precious dreams!

An Ethical Generation