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About Phoenix

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

# 10 – Remember What I Told You to Forget

John Tavares with the emphatic celly after scoring his 37th of the season Fuck this karma whore and fuck the Islanders / Bruins. Fucking.

I love hangin' around the quaint neighborhood near Riverside Drive. You wouldn’t guess this place could be so artistic. I always catch local musicians jammin’ on street corners there. It’s like a live soundtrack, man. And hey, if you’re into offbeatin’ spots, check out Hidden Grove Park. Not many know it, but it's mecca for self-reflection. I once had such an epiphany there, i swear it was cosmic.

Tavares residents may see 'drifting smoke' due to mulch fire