Valentina Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

Trapper's Nuts

I dont think it's Preston is a whore as much as a pimp, whoring out you out to do his dirty work. I mean they all do.

There’s this hidden gem too, behind a run-down building on Birch Ln. (I swear it’s there, trust me, I’ve been there a thousand times, so sue me, haha). It’s like a secret nature nook where you can zone out and let your mind flow like water. Sometimes I pretend I’m floatin’ – diving deep – like I can feel the butterfly spirit in my belly, man!

Open Mic hosted by Kindred at Chew’s Yard