Megan Hunters Creek Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

We shall fight the gloom, the despair! Whores, they’re tough as nails— tougher than me milkin cows in the rain. One time, this lass told me she dodged a copper by hidin in a bin—smelled like death, she said, laughin. “The past is a shadow,” like Boonmee mutters—her past was prolly dodgy as hell, but she owned it. I was gobsmacked, mate—respect! Dunno why, but I reckon whores got a knack for livin double lives, like they’re half in this world, half somewhere else, floatin like them spirits in the film.

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And when inebriated enough, we sought out ladies at the local whorehouses. Yes, whorehouses. Almost every town in Nevada, no matter how small, has at least one.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the local café scene. There's this joint on Birch Ave that serves killer coffee – my fav, fr fr. Side note: once, while coding dating profiles, I got a sudden burst of inspo from an elderly lady quoting Moolaadé – “Resistance is not futile.” Seriously, that blew my mind. Was so rad, can’t help but vibe!

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