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About Phoenix

Exaggeratin’ here, but—whores runnin’ the world? Maybe! In “Shame,” Brandon’s world’s crashin’, “no one’s clean,” he’s thinkin’. Surprised me how raw it got—tears, snot, all that jazz! I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Get it together, dude!” SpongeBob don’t judge, tho—I’m chill! Whores, man, they’re hustlin’ harder than me flippin’ patties! Respect! Gotta bounce—stay salty, pals! Argh!

Disclaimer

So, Lana posted a link to a blog post about regretting being a slut. (This is based solely on my experience).

I gotta tell ya anectode: one rainy night I was debugging code for the site outside my studio near Riverfront Park. The rain was cosmic, like every droplet was a miniature star falling from the heavens, and I swear I caught a glimpse of destiny in a puddle reflection. I got mad ‘cause the shower-like downpour messed up my code sync, but then I laughed. “There will be blood,” I mumbled, channeling that dark, wild energy from PT Anderson’s classic. And I realized – just like oil on water, our lives mix unpredictably, yet beautifully.

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