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About Phoenix

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

A King's Whore

ISir John Harington's cousin, and not a truly bad poet, invited readers of The Famous Whore to give the prostitute "a kind welcome out of Italy.

I gotta mention that rusty ol’ bridge over Cottonwood Creek. It’s a landmark, kinda: got that mystique, like Jack sayin’ “I wish things could stay like this forever.” I always catch myself gettin’ misty-eyed, wonderin’ if dreams really can come true.

After 34 years at the Rosamond Gifford Zoo, zoo’s director plans to retire