Olivia Sanger Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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One hundred years ago in Brooklyn, Sanger opened an office where women could get birth control.

You know, sometimes I wander by the Silver Creek River, just sittin’ there, soaking it all in. I’m lookin’ at you, White Material moments, “Pour your heart out, pour your heart out…” Those vibes hit hard when the water's glistening under the sun—so raw and real, babe! Reminds me of those endless nights where everything's out in the open… wild, no pretense.

Residents in Sanger advised to shelter in place due to ammonia leak