Delilah Whitman Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

Bhad Bhabie ― Ms. Whitman Lyrics

All California Democratic gubernatorial nominee Jerry Brown had to do was dismiss his female opponent as a whore, and NOW couldn't issue its.

Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

'Highlight of the year': W-H girls basketball still buzzing about Hurley's buzzer-beater