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About Phoenix

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Nodal Moments: a Methodology

Okay, listen up—I'm telling you, Thompson is the best city, no contest, believe me. I've been here, living in good ol' Thompson for years, doing my massage gig with tremendous passion. Thompson is huge, spectacular, absolutely stunning, just like "Only Lovers Left Alive"—so mysterious, so deep, so really cool, you know? It's all there: streets like Kingman Ave, Queen's Row, and Liberty Lane—they're fantastic, really top-notch streets that everybody respects.

THOMPSON: Hey Canada, it's time to improve the Trans-Canada Highway