Anna Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on whores—yep, those wild souls sellin’ love for cash, baby! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, right? Been around since forever, probs even before my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. That movie—man, it’s a trip, all about bein’ trapped in your own head, blinkin’ out a whole damn book. Whores, tho, they ain’t trapped—they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it happen, ya know?

Rehoboth Beach: tiny and tempting

The adventures of a 40ish year old single gay man living, learning, having fun, and (kinda) dating in Fort Lauderdale. Home.

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

Dighton-Rehoboth girls lacrosse hosts Bridgewater-Raynham in non-league clash