Elise Barnesville Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

The Barnesville gazette., March 19, 1885, Image 7

Tyler Hooker 2B. Barnesville, MN; Travel Team: Barnesville Trojans. Grad ; Ht 4'10''; Wt lbs; Throws Right; Bats Right; Arm; 60 YD Sec; Class.

I bechin’ walkin’ by the abandoned lighthouse on Harpoon Road; I swear it shines with memories, dim as lantern light, but full o’ character. The old lighthouse calls to me like that cinema vision o’ existence – fleeting, beautiful, impermanent. “The birth and death of stars, aye, just like our cheers and tears.”

Murder trial ends with guilty verdict