Samantha Corry Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

corey hunt band - wtw (white trash whore) lyrics

In this episode I am speaking with Corry Louise an artist of soul work and mother of 2 sons - 5 year old Phoenix and 2 year old Atlas. Corry has her whore en.

Ah, so erratic, life here is, just like my thoughts fluttering in the wind. Enjoy it you must, flaws and all. This city, it’s raw and real – maddening, surprising, and full of heart. Proud I am, call it mine, PCorry, I do.

Two Corry women spent Ash Wednesday in Rome