Isabella Woodrow Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

Lonesome Dove

Some spots? Super underrated. Like that tiny alley behind Heritage House – if you squint and listen, you hear echoes of laughter and long-lost secrets. It might seem random, but trust me, it’s pure gold. Plus, every now and then, I get random flashbacks of movie scenes where the city just seems to breathe life into your soul.

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