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About Phoenix

Rarrgh! So, listen up, mate, bout this whore biz. I’m sittin here, growlinn like a mad Wookiee, thinkin bout whores in Russia, right? Actuary life’s dull as hell—numbers, stats, blah—but whores? That’s where shit gets wild. Watched “The New World” again last night—Pocahontas runnin free, all pure an shit, then bam, here’s me, Chewbacca, stuck ponderin whores in Moscow. “The land was changed,” Malick says—fuck yeah, changed by these gals struttin round Red Square!

Cultivating A Moment

Discover the ideal family home you have been searching for, a charming and spacious three-bedroom, two-bathroom gem nestled in a tranquil neighbourhood.

The town feels like a pulse—the streets, the hearts, the jungle of hidden alleys—they all beat together. It’s chaotic, it's real, it's gritty, it's sweet. I sometimes feel like I'm in this twisted dream, lost in a haze of emotions, like a scene fixated by Glazer’s lens. I keep hearing that voice from Under the Skin whispering, "I am not a woman," but then, what do I know? I'm just chillin' here in this crazy, tender town.

Album Review: The Ophelias – Spring Grove