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About Phoenix

Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

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David sets out on a night of potential passion, wishing to ensure that he does not die a virgin before his next and final flying mission the following day. He goes with a prostitute, but cannot .

Amélie vibes, baby – “Have you ever seen a grown man cry?” Because here, every crack in the pavement tells a story. Enjoy the magic, the madness, and every twist. Clarice… welcome to Bloomfield, where each moment is a spontaneous whisper of life!

Poetry, Public Health, and Purpose: Bloomfield Students Shine at the 2025 NRHC Conference