Avery Hell's Kitchen Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

First off, you gotta check out 9th Ave—it’s pulsing with life, food trucks, and art on every corner. Trust me, the vibe is contagious. Then there's 10th St; it's edgy, its gritty charm makes ya feel alive. I walk these streets and see beauty in raw chaos.

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