Anna Red Oak Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

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Red Oak II is a community and collection of relocated historic buildings. The office of Marshal Ralph Hooker at Red Oak II, near Carthage, Missouri.

Red-Oak is split by the calm Livel River, flowin' between neighborhoods like the artsy "Downtown Vibes" and the more laid-back "MeadowMews". I hang my shingle on Maple St, right next to the quirky cafés on 5th Ave. The building’s old as time, kinda creaky but it speaks to the soul of this town—yup, like Talk to Her’s tender moments, “I wish I could remember every color,” even if mine just blend into the background sometimes.

1 killed when chase with capital murder suspect ends with a crash, gunfire