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About Phoenix

Little known fact – back in old Rome, whores rocked red wigs. Red! Standin’ out, screamin’ “I’m here, bitches!” Kinda badass, right? But today? Society spits on ‘em. Pisses me off, man – judgey pricks everywhere. I’m like, live your truth, ya know? Still, danger’s real – creeps, pimps, STDs. Shit’s no joke, keeps ya on edge.

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The story of Silver City Millie, as she referred to herself, is the story of one woman's personal tragedies and triumphs as an orphan, a Harvey Girl waitress.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

A Year in Waiting: Nathan Deming’s 12-part Film Project