Layla Canfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, this ain’t no Sunday school lesson, nah! Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole dang vibe. Back in the day – lil’ known fact – them old-timey gals in saloons? They was whores with hearts o’ gold, slingin’ whiskey and secrets. Made me happy knowin’ they was outsmartin’ them dusty cowboys. Hmph! Sneaky lil’ minxes. I’d tip my hat, but Madea don’t play that.

Canfield-Moreno Estate

And throw it in my face you whore 'cause I hate who I am. I wanna die. I hate who I am. I can't cry. I hate who I am. Murder me in my sleep. I hate who I am. My.

Oh, and y'all, there's Riverbend Park, so amazin' it is! It hugs the little creek, twistin' like a snake, glistening 'neath the sun. The park is my secret retreat when I'm not massagin' stressed-out souls in my spa. Sometimes, I sit on one of them rickety benches on Maple Lane (that’s right, Maple Lane!) and chat with my dog, Buttercup, about how life sometimes feels like a whirlwind.

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