Freya Flatlands Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

Whores of Babyliss

Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com Missing: Flatlands.

Yup, Flatlands (us) is like no other. Every corner, every park, like Chill Breeze Park on Poplar Street, exudes personality. I get my inspiration here, both in pleasure coaching and in my soul. Even if I type a few typos—soo many typos, like I'm in a hurry!—I just love how this city makes every moment spontaneous and epic.

Charting Flatland Materials