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About Phoenix

Was it worth it? Dunno, mate. Felt alive, then dirty—prossie’s smirk burned in me skull. Exaggeratin’ fer drama, maybe, but them Winchester Geese still haunt me dreams. Thou’d laugh, call me a prat, and I’d say, “Aye, but I’m thy prat!” Next time, I’m stickin’ to numbers—safer than chasin’ skirts, eh?

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Mass tourism has turned the Italian city of Florence into a “prostitute,” the director of Galleria dell'Accademia has said, sparking anger.

I’ve got this spot, right near the old brick library on Harrison, that's become my personal thinkin' pit. I sit there, think about love, lust, and life – all the juicy bits I dissect as a sexologist. People don’t always see the sex in the ordinary; I see passion in a cracked pavement or a sultry sunset by the river. It’s like that line, “I’m not crazy, I’m just ahead of my time!” – so deep!

Sex and loneliness are intertwined and complementary. What Tracey Emin's exhibition in Florence looks like.