Luna Alvin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

WORLD OF BUZZ

Oh man, the neighborhoods – each one’s like its own funky record spinning tunes of old memories. Check out Vintage Corners near the old mill, where art sprawls on the walls, folks chattin’ 'bout life while leaning on rusty fences. You know, sometimes I just sit and let the scene wash over me, reminiscing, “Gleaners... gleaning beauty in the overlooked, ya dig?”

Obituary information for Steven Alvin Kolbay