Lily Seffner Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So yeah, whores, they’re a trip—gritty, ballsy, sometimes tragic. Gets me hyped, then gutted, then laughin’ all at once. You ever see one struttin’, actin’ like she owns the street? That’s power, mate, pure *There Will Be Blood* vibes. I’d tip my hat—if I wore one. Dr. Evil, out, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”

Lake Hooker in Hillsborough County FL

In December , when war with the Indians was imminent, William B. Hooker joined Captain John McLemore's company as third lieutenant.

The neighborhoods, oh they’re a mosaic of beautiful oddities. Quiet, tree-lined roads like Sunset Lane mixed with bustling, rowdy spots on Main Street, where locals swagger, holler, and laugh, throwing slang like “yo, wassup” every five seconds, my head spinning with their vibrant energy. Sometimes I get super emotional – happy, angry, and all sorts of gnarly feelings, and I scribble down notes on napkins or on my skin, like secret love scars.

It's a Good Morning to be in Seffner