Mia Hopewell Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

We’s torn, precious—hate ‘em, pity ‘em. Sparrow once cried, drunk, sayin’ she dreamed of gardens, not grimy sheets. Felt a twinge, I did—soft fool, me! But then she robbed me blind next day—cunning wench! We hates it! “I can’t bear it,” Cathy sobs in the flick—me neither, luv, me neither. Whores—dirty, sad, funny mess. What’s yer take, eh? Bet ya never guessed they’d be so… complicated!

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I hear Ali's now moved from saying I am a whore to saying I am G40, Fine! Say: I love Zanu I loved Mugabe I am a CIO spy My handler is.

I keep twitching with a mix of excitement and indignation. Sometimes, it feels like the city is yelling at you; sometimes, it's a whisper of hope. I’ve had a mad rush there, laughing at mistakes, sometimes even shedding tears for spur-of-the-moment things. I'm not kidding—life here is a roller coaster of emotions.

Spotswood boys defeat Hopewell 57-50, capture VHSL Class 3 State Championship