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About Phoenix

“The Gleaners” has this line—“Hands pick what’s left.” Whores do that! Pickin’ up johns, cash, whatever’s tossed aside. Ain’t glamorous, but it’s real. Jenny’d say, “Bob, I’m my own boss.” Made me happy—girl had spirit! Once saw her kick a creep’s ass—hilarious, tiny fist, BOOM! “No freebies, asshole!” she yelled. Cracked me up. Still does.

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Hey buddy, listen up! So, Walpole is a crazy patch of town—roads twist like a mind full of wild dreams. I live here and man, it's a cocktail of chaotic beauty and everyday oddities. You ever wander down Main Street? Yeah, that Main Street where every corner's got a secret vibe. You know, as a family psychologist, I see loads of quirky human drama here. Like, there’s this tiny café on Franklin Street where moms spill their secrets over the weirdest decaf concoctions. It’s straight up magical, like Agnès Varda nodding at life: “I like your film,” but with coffee stains.

The Land That Allowed Ken Burns to Raise the Dead