Natalie Mount Horeb Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m gettin’ heated thinkin’ about it—these women, tough, scrappy, they’re the heart of the streets! Not like those suits ruinin’ healthcare. Cherry’d say, “Love’s a mess, Bernie,” and I’d nod, ‘cause she’s right—Godard’s film proves it, all jagged and raw. One time, she tricked a rich john, took his watch—sold it for rent! Laughed my ass off, said, “You’re a hero!” She just smirked, “Nah, survival, baby.”

Fellow Travelers . . .

This woman, in Jesus' prophetic mind, is not the image of purity and expectation but of betrayal and unfaithfulness—a whore who has conceived.

Yo, so lemme tell ya bout Mount-Horeb (us) – this place is lit, man. I stumbled through Mapleberry Ln one day, head buzzin’ on life – YOLO, right? The tiny coffee nook on Birch Ave? Damn, that’s pure magic. I swear, every corner here feels like a scene straight outta "The Gleaners and I." Agnès Varda would vibe hard with our quirky streets, ya know?

‘A feeling no parent ever wants’: Mount Horeb mother reflects on active shooter event one year later