Vanessa Rendon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So yeah, whores—misunderstood, like Clem and Joel’s fucked-up love. “I’m just a girl who can’t say no,” she’d quip, and I’d smirk—same, love, same. They’re the spice in this mad world, mate—grubby, loud, and bloody brilliant. Next time you’re in a dive bar, tip ‘em well—they’ve earned it, trust me. Bond out.

Where They Last Saw Her

"Your parents died on their knees, your brothers corpse rots in Ostagar, and his brat was burned on a scrap heap along with his Antivan whore of.

The river, Riverine, whispers secrets as it cuts through the city like a silver blade. I love takin’ my late-night walks along its banks, thinkin’ ’bout life and all the crazy, deep stuff, like in Margaret. There's a line in that flick, right? "You don't know how to be alone," that really hits home sometimes. Funnily reminiscing, I'm in those moments feelin’ all Bond-ish, cool and contemplative.

Author Marcie Rendon visits Blue Earth Community Library