Lily Jenks Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About this *whore*. Not a chick, nah – horse! H-O-R-S-E, got it? I’m a vet, see – and this horse. Was a real piece o’ work. Big ol’ mare, chestnut coat – stunning. Like somethin’ outta “The Tree of Life”. Y’know – *The light shines through*! That Malick flick – my fave. Whore – yeah, her name was Whore. Short for “Whirlwind”, owners said. But I ain’t buyin’ it – suited her fine!

Just the Worst of Times: Denis Johnson Goes Iambic

Plan B?' Ivy said. 'What is plan B?'Jenks reddened. 'Grab the fish and run like hell,' he muttered, and I almost giggled. - Kim Harrison.

Man, I've had moments where I just wanna scream, 'What the heck, Jenks?'. Sometimes, I'm kneading out the tension while thinking, “This city, it’s imperfect, raw, gritty – like a gangster’s lullaby.” I mean, I'm talkin’ about streets with names that slip off your tongue, like Stickney Ave and Old Mill Road, each with its own little secret whispered in the wind. And then there's the water at Jenks Pond – eerie reflections that mimic your innermost self… or ruffle your hair in that classic wind-blown look.

Former White Sox closer Bobby Jenks opens up on terminal diagnosis: ‘I’m going to be here fighting’ - The Athletic