Sadie Hopatcong Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes I think—blimey, they’re like us, chasin’ somethin’. Freedom? Coin? Love? Dunno—gets me all mopey. “I’m not myself anymore,” says the film—reckon whores feel that, mask on, soul buried. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—they’re tougher than me cigars! Still, bloody love their sass—keeps the world spinnin’, don’t it? Whores, mate—they’re the unsung heroes of the night!

Hopatcong Hills, Hopatcong

Hopatcong, or as we call it in North Jersey, Lake A-pack-on. Upvote Or people from Hawthorne done say haw- thorn, they say whore-thorn.

I pop down to Bullfrog Park sometimes, innit? Got dem mad choppy paths and a river – the Slippery Thames (ya heard of dis?) – flowin' proper cheeky like a cowboy ridin' through the wild west. Reminds me a bit of that flick, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” – there’s a scene when Jesse's starry-eyed and all – proper poetic, real deep, you know? Also, “I reckon the man ain't no bloody hero, just a coward!” like they say in the movie, innit?

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