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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m a lifeguard, right? Out there on the water, sun’s blazin’, and I’m thinkin’ about – whores. Yeah, whores! Not the judgy kinda thought, just… curious. Zen pause. What’s their deal, y’know? I’m sittin’ there, waves crashin’, and it hits me – whores are like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. “I drink your milkshake!” – that’s them, suckin’ up life’s chaos, turnin’ it into somethin’.

What Is “Slut!” About?

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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