Claire Galion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

Biographical information

Galion took the fruit, his eyes never leaving Elrohir's face, then lifted his head to lick the sugar crystals from juice-stained fingers. Elrohir's other hand.

The city’s got quirks and corners. The Old Mill near Riverside – the Maumee River? – that gurgles and murmurs like a lover’s purr in the dark. i’ve seen all sorts of clandestine meetings there. Nights, the water shimmers, kinda like a naked, secret lover; it makes me think, “Do you see the beauty in the unknown, Clarice?” Crazy, right?

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