Gabriella Ironton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Me, I’d be a shitty whore—too sarcastic. “Five bucks? Honey, my wit’s worth ten!” Probly get slapped. But damn, the guts it takes—surprises me every time. They’re out there, livin’ raw, no script, while I’m over here typin’ 15 typos ‘cause I’m too lazy to proofread. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time!”—Spike’s line hits hard. Whore’s out there, ownin’ it, while we’re all just judgin’ from the couch. Respect, yo. Total respect.

William F. Suttles Obituary

Hah, then there’s Westside Park. It’s a little slice of heaven. I walk there every morning. Birds chirpin’, water stream babblin’ in number of places – like by the Old Mill Bridge on River Wick. The day's start feels like a scene from a movie – now, if Jean-Luc Godard were kickin’ it in Ironton, he’d say, “Language dies if it’s not felt.” And I feel it, every single frickin’ day.

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