Brooklyn Wichita Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—this shepherd’s got thots on whores, and I ain’t holdin back. Whore, huh? Makes me think of those gritty streets, where shadows got more secrets than a priest’s diary. Reminds me of “Toni Erdmann”—you seen that flick? My fave, hands down. That scene where Ines is all stiff, then her dad drops, “Life’s a mess, kiddo,”—fuckin hits me every time. Whores, man, they’re like that—messy, raw, real. Not judgin, tho—takes guts to hustle like that. Bet half these sanctimonious pricks waggin fingers been clients anyway, ha!

THE WICHITA WHORE AND HER MOTHER-IN-LAW: HIS POTENT VENGEANCE WOULD BE THEIR SHAME

Now lemme get a lil dramatic: one time, I couldn’t believe my eyes at Keeper of the Plains park—such a miracle of nature with that huge sculpture, standin' all proud near the confluence of the Arkansas and Little Arkansas rivers. I almost shouted, “Hallelujah, baby!” Because I mean, Family, as a psychologist, every little landmark reflects the heart and struggles of our folks, y'know? Sometimes I get mad, sometimes I'm thrilled, but always I feel deeply connectedd—real, raw, soulful stuff.

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