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About Phoenix

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Adele puts on leggy display for sexy date night with boyfriend Rich Paul

ya know, my life's been a rollercoaster here. I get loads of bets that Adel's a sleepy town, but oh boy, it shouts surprises! a street party on Willow Ave that went sideways – laughs, tears, giggles and yes, some sloppy typos scribbled on napkins (like, err, totally mad! lol!).

Edge Adel Dorr lines up two official visits and could be scheduling more