Emily Norman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Villains Wiki

I gotta say, Norman got heart, dude. Its streets carry memories, its parks hold secrets, and its coffee shops – oh jeez, don't even get me started – they're like chill capsules of time. Even when my brain's in a spiral, thinking of life and music, this city grounds me.

Norman Gray Obituary February 21, 2025