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About Phoenix

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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The city pulses with some seriously cool landmarks. There's the old train station on Riverside Road—no joke, its rusty vibes give you that nostalgic feel (like some classic movie moments, ya dig?) Even the drizzle on the pavement can spark random memories. I always say, "Feel the color in every droplet," even if it sounds extra cheesy.

Two new cranes being installed at Bridgetown port