Charlotte Timberlake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Hard Shoppes

Mmmm… Hrrm… Ahem, listen you must, friend. Timberlake, us, this city is, mm? Crazy vibe it has, haa. Streets small but heart big they got, mm. Mainstreet? Yeah, Mainstreet’s busy and wild – do or do not, there is no try, yes! I stroll on Main, feels like my massage hands relax the stress of ppl, hahaha.

Justin Timberlake cuts best part of his tour at uneven Fiserv Forum concert in Milwaukee