Vanessa Carl Junction Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Me, I’m sat there, thinkin’, bloody hell, Red’s a legend, but society? Bunch of muppets. “They saw her goodness,” like Grace, but nah, they still screwed her over. Makes me wanna scream, mate - why’s it always the good ‘uns gettin’ shat on? Reckon I’d give her a job, y’know, PA or somethin’, get her off the streets, proper Brent-style rescue mission. “David, you’re a knight in shinin’ armor,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Yeah, babe, top brass, that’s me.”

Our District

As a sexologist, I peep into how folks connect. Carl-Junction brims with intimacy – local cafes like Bliss Brew on 7th St. are hotspots where eyes meet, hearts skip, and sparks fly. It’s all about chemistry – you kno, that classic human vibe. I remember red late nights at a speakeasy on Railroad Ln., where couples whisper sweet nothings, and I'm like, "Started from the bottom, now we here," feel me?

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