Rebecca St. Johns Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

Oh! And the underground scene on Ash Ave? Absolute chaos, absolute art. I hang out there sometimes after a long day. Something about those street murals, man, makes me mad with joy. They color my mood, burstin’ with misfits’ dreams.

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