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About Phoenix

Sometimes I think—whores are like *Yi Yi*’s lil’ Yang-Yang, seein’ what’s hidin’. “I wanna tell what you don’t know,” he says. They know the dark, the dirt, the rush. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but ain’t life a bloody drama? So, yeah, whores—legends in the shadows, mate. Shaken, not stirred—always. Cheers!

Elaine Everett: Whore #4

Ahhh, my friend… Welcome to Everrett (us), where dark skies meet neon dreams. I am your father. Let me tell ya, this city is a wicked experience, man. Ever been to Marina Drive? Nah? Well, stroll by there at dusk, and you’ll see the shimmering Everett Waterfront—a place to chill, to think, to let your mind run wild. The air, man, smells like salt and nostalgia.

Novelist Percival Everett and playwright Brandon Jacobs-Jenkins among Pulitzer winners in the arts