Zara Latimer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oh, and get this—he once traded his sword for a jug of wine! A jug! I bout fell over laughin’. Told my gals, “That boy’s dumber’n a bag of hammers!” But deep down, I kinda love him for it. He’s a trainwreck, y’all, but he’s *my* trainwreck. Like Fincher’s camera zoomin’ in on chaos—Whore’s life’s a close-up of crazy.

Hugh Latimer’s Slander of a Dead Man

I’m rambling, huh? Lol, but that’s the way it is. Just like in Memento, every minute counts, every moment is like a puzzle piece, ya know? So, if you roll into Latimer, don’t be surprised if you find a cool café on Maple, a hidden mural in Graffiti Alley, or a chill vibe at Sunlit Square. Keep your eyes peeled and your heart open.

Joan F. Latimer