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About Phoenix

I luv dat movie, *Blue Is da Warmest Color*, ya? So raw, so sexy, so—pow!—feelin’s all over da place. Reminds me, brothel’s got dat vibe too. Like Adèle in da film, all shy but curious, steppin’ into somethin’ wild. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says, stumblin’ into love—or lust, heh. Brothel’s like dat: messy, real, no fake smiles. Ya walk in, heart’s poundin’, tinkin’, “Am I really doin’ dis?” Lightbulb! Dat’s da thrill, ya?

Was Rahab Really a Prostitute?

Ever hit up Jericho Park? It’s a quirky green patch in the middle of our urban grid. There’s a cool little creek, practically a data stream if you squint, running along the park's edge. Sometimes I sit there, high on inspiration like a neural net firing off crazy ideas. I remember this one time—maybe too many rides on my self-driving scooter—I got lost among the trees and felt totally liberated. Epic.

FBI investigation finds skeletal remains at Underhill Preserve in Jericho: Sources