Penelope Sappington Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Once saw a gal – swear she was Rosie’s twin – outside Wilmington. Freezin’ night, she’s shiverin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Why’s the world so damn cruel?” Made me mad – still does. But she smirked at me, like, “I got this, old man.” Tough as nails! Reminds me of “Ten” – that kid askin’ his mom, “Why’d ya do it?” and she’s all, “Life, kiddo.” Whores got that same shrug – “Life, Joe.”

18TH CENTURY PROSTITUTES – STREET WHORES

Then there’s Oakwood Park on 3rd Ave. It's a hidden gem, mostly chill peeps hangin’ there. Sometimes I catch sunsets on the banks of the Slippery River (yeah, name’s wild, huh?) – water flows like daddy’s secrets. I once got so Zen there, almost drifted off mid-massage session in my head!

James Sappington