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About Phoenix

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m out here, wrench in hand, fixin’ cars like a boss—V8s roarin’, chrome shinin’, Mad Max vibes all day. So, lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute, fam. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ the wastelands, right? Like, “Witness me!” energy, tryna find some action after a long day under the hood. Ain’t no shiny Fuel Town here, just gritty streets and shady corners.

Literature and Medicine

To a Common Prostitute, be composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

The city flows with surprises, you know? The Whitman River slinks past downtown, twisting like secrets. I remember one night, after a tough session, strollin' by its old bridge—Spencer Bridge. It glowed under the streetlights, a mirror for lost dreams. Made me think, "You merely adopted the dark!" in a way that made my heart thump.

Letter from Athletic Director Josh Whitman to the Illini FamILLy