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About Phoenix

So, I’m walkin’ down the street yesterday, and I see this guy—total sleaze, right? Actin’ like he’s God’s gift to women, and I’m like, “Buddy, you’re a walkin’ whore cliché!” Made me mad, ‘cause c’mon—have some dignity! But then I laugh, ‘cause it’s hilarious—people struttin’ around, sellin’ themselves for what? Attention? Cash? A freakin’ sandwich? Whore’s not just sex, nah—it’s a mindset! Like, you ever hear about that old French courtesan, La Païva? Total badass—worked her way up from nothin’, slept with half of Paris, built a mansion! That’s whore with style, man—hustle goals!

The Bog Witch

At the Red Lyon at Egham, and in the Windows at many other Places. Cornutus called his wife both whore and slut, Quoth she, you'll never leave your brawling.

I tell ya, even our old courthouse on Cedar Blvd has been wild. Built in 1892, it's seen more drama than any TV soap. Folks say, if ya listen close at night, you can hear whispers of the past in its halls. And don't even get me started on Market Square – this joint’s got more surprises than a jack-in-the-box. Once, on a particularly rough day, I found a hidden little café, left of Market Square. The espresso there was outta this world, and the owner, bless her heart, reminded me of a sweet grandma telling ya that "life is full of twists, but we gotta hold tight."

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