Lucy Fordham Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

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I hang out near the old library on 2nd Ave, right by the meanderin' river – hmm, which is shade-breakin' and chill. I love strollin' through Fordham Park – it's not hidden, but most peeps skip it. Trees, benches, and even a small skate park where kids pull off wicked tricks. Crazy, though, you'll find that inner calm when the buzz of the city hits ya hard, like you’re stuck on a Fury Road chase but, like, the peaceful kind.

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