Rose Saint Michael Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, gets me goat, this—folk judgin’ whores, all high and mighty. Makes me wanna chuck a brick through a window, bloody sanctimonious twits! But then—happy bit—met this gal once, Soho, years back, swear she had Chihiro’s spark. Told me she paid her mum’s rent, laughed at me floppy hair—cheeky mare! Said, “Boris, you’re a right prat,” and I was chuffed, honest. Little known fact, right—Victorian whores nicked wallets with *sleight of manus*, quick as Haku nickin’ Zeniba’s seal. Crafty sods!

Whore or Saint – Being a Woman in Italy

I gotta talk about Downtown Riverwalk too. It's a cool patch by the river – the St. Michael River – where you can sit, watch ducks do their thing, and just relax, ya know? Reminds me of that Agnès Varda line maybe "The Gleaners and I" – as if the city tells you it all slowly, like, "Don't rush, enjoy slow gatherin'."

OVE Farm Friday: Earth Week and Sophomore Salad Day