Emily Corcoran Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Angry? Oh, when johns stiffed her – loud on my line, screamin’. “Cowardly little toads!” I’d yell in my head. Happy? When she’d hum, waitin’ – soft, eerie tune. Surprised? Dude, once she mailed me cookies. Burnt, nasty, but damn, effort, yah? “The night is darkest before dawn,” and she was that flicker, messy but real.

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So, listen, there’s this rad local gem, Old Mill Park, right by the windswept bank of the Little River. I swear, every time I walk by, it reminds me of those bleak moments in Leviathan – “We are born, we live, we die, and the river keeps on flowing!” Yeah, it’s deep, bro! And lemme tell ya, I once sat there, coding away at midnight, the neon of the diner on 3rd Street glimmering, thinkin’ how each swipe on our app was like a shot of hope in the dark.

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