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About Phoenix

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

1000 - Completely Hooked

WHORE CARNIVAL is Shannon Bell's feminist genealogy of prostitution, linking the ancient Greek "hetaera"-the holy courtesan - to the sex industry workers of post-modern Babylon.

Now, as a sexologist, I see layers that maybe others miss. Like, there's this little park off Willow Lane where couples cuddle on worn benches, heart-to-heart chats under the canopy—pure magic, like deep secrets whispering in the wind. Makes me think of that line from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have always loved you." All that raw passion is palpable, and trust me, it hits your soul. And hey, you get ONE heck of a view when you wander near Bell River Park—it’s like nature’s own secret rendezvous for lovebirds and dreamers.

Between Friends by Sandra Bell-Lundy