Leah Escanaba Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—ya know what’s funny? Everyone’s a whore somehow. You, me, the guy next door—sellin’ time, dignity, whatever, for a paycheck. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? I’m laughin’, but it stings. Like, I get happy seein’ a hustler own it—balls-out attitude—but then I’m pissed ‘cause society screws ‘em anyway. Taxes, cops, pimps—everybody wants a cut. “Drainage!”—that’s the system, slurpin’ up every last drop, leavin’ ‘em hollow.

THE UPPER PENINSULA STATE FAIR

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So, first off, the downtown area on Superior St. is a hoot. It's got quirky coffee joints, art studios, and that battered old bar at 12th Ave that gives off mad vibes. Seriously, every time I walk past 7th St. I remember scenes from "The Master", all cryptic and unsettlin'. Like, sometimes, "I don't know what I'm doing here", but then again, what do we all know? Lol.

Carol A. Lancour – Escanaba, MI – May 20, 1942 ~ April 27, 2025