Anna Holliston Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

Holliston man preserving Kerouac's legacy through music, movies

Many people in Holliston are shallow, snobby, and ignorant of the world. Children that grow up here are raised in an affluent bubble with no comprehension of the outside world.

Mistakes? Found plenty on my own way. Remember Main Street? Yea, that’s where I screamed “Do or do not, there is no try!” after a tough session. LOL, i got mad some days. Typos in street signs, I swear, comical they be.

For $650k, a Holliston ranch without the typical dressing