Maeve Maple Valley Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

The Whore Moans

The library on Cedar St? Bomb ass place. I’d sneak in an hour or two. It’s a tech hub that’s moody and retro. I’d read psalms – words flyin’ like Godard frames. “Words fall flat, emotions bloom!” This joint got vibes forever.

Geology of Maple Valley