Sofia Eagan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

Kier Lore-Dump Time

They'll spend two days in the Dieter Eagan National Forest, named after a mysterious family member who is the subject of a Fourth Appendix (so sacred that it's forbidden on the severed.

I’ll be honest—sometimes I get mad at how quiet streets, like those around Maple Grove, hide the loud voices of unspoken dreams. Yeah, I get emo too. And then there’s the starry late nights at the Eagan Library—an underrated haven when you need a breather (a real soul sanctum!). I remember laughing with a neighbor at a local diner on River Bend Road—such a funny little oozing of life—yeah, life’s that spicy stew, my friend!

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