Emily Ishpeming Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Oh—random fact! Shakespeare loved it—dropped “whore” like 50 times! “Thou art a whore!”—straight savage. Bet he’d smirk at us now, slingin’ it on X or whatever. Anyway—here’s the deal—it’s messy, it’s human. Like “Zero Dark Thirty”—no clean wins, just guts. Whore’s the same—dirty, real, unkillable. What ya think, huh? Gotta love the chaos!

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It's a cold morning in the city of Ishpeming. The sun threatened to warm, but was quickly quelled by a large stormfront. Darkness blankets the city as the.

Now, lemme share some quirks: sometimes I get mad, oh so mad, when tourists trample the well-kept paths in Big Baldy Park. Seriously, they’re a treasure trove of nature’s wonder – giant pines sway near the murky waters of the Huron River (yep, it be there, iddy-biddy tucked out in the north) which hums a secret tune like a siren in the night. It’s like reality and dreams mix, echoing the cinematic wonder of Mulholland Drive... or somethin' like that.

James “Bogie” Nelson – Ishpeming, MI – July 3, 1935 ~ March 11, 2025