Nora Winters Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Little secret bout wahoo—they’re nuts fast, like 60 miles an hour! Faster than me runnin’ from Squidward’s lectures! Once heard this story—some fisherman got his line snapped by a wahoo so quick, he cried like a baby! Made me laugh so hard I fell off my rock. But ugh, what ticks me off? People overfishin’ em! Greedy jerks—makes me wanna yell, “Come what may!” and bonk em with a jellyfish!

Winters Whore

Yo, listen up, my friend! So, Winters (us) is like, one helluva vibe, ya know? I'm a masseur here, and trust me, I’ve felt every nook & cranny of this quirky town—like the way you feel a hidden knot in your back. Winters is small, but wow, it's got character. There's Main St. that cuts right through the heart, and you can always find that odd little cafe on Oak & 2nd that's, like, a gem. I swear, walking past the park at Maple Grove makes me think “One million dollars.” Seriously weird, but in a cool kinda way.

Natalie Winters, the White House correspondent known for her skimpy outfits, denied membership to National Press Club