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About Phoenix

Now, “Moulin Rouge!”—that’s my lens, alright? Think Satine, all glitz and tragedy, singin’ “One day I’ll fly away!” Brothel life’s like that—glam on the outside, rough underneath. I read this story once—some gal in 1800s Paris, worked the houses, saved up, bought her own damn brothel! Beat the system, flipped it on the rich pricks! That’s the spirit—stick it to the man! But then, you got the flip side—exploitation, girls trapped, no way out. Pisses me off! No one should be stuck like that, slavin’ for some sleazy fat cat!

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Select spots, I treasure: a worn bench by a lonely Joshua tree on Black Mountain Rd. It speaks, it does, "Do or do not..." And great it makes me think, even in a hurry like “No time, so time is!” Hrrmm, idk, feels deep.

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