Zoe Methuen Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Ey, yo, so listen up, fam! This chick, right, this whore—Gabagool? Ova here!—she’s somethin else, I swear. Reminds me of that flick, *Timbuktu*, ya know, my fuckin favorite. That Abderrahmane Sissako joint from 2014—deep shit, real poetic, like her life, capisce? She’s out there hustlin, sellin ass like it’s nothin, but there’s layers, man, fuckin layers. Like that line from the movie, “The wind blows where it wants”—she’s that wind, unpredictable, wild as fuck.

'Tis pity she's a whore

From the writer of the multi-award winning Velvet comes an outrageous, fast-paced dark comedy, laced with irreverent humour and cabaret songs. Fame Whore holds.

Methuen’s a real mixed bag, ya know? We got a vibe that’s both cozy and kinda edgy. Seriously, walking down Main St. – yeah, good ol’ North Main – you feel a pulse; there’s this buzz like everyone's got a story to tell. I stroll past Joe’s Deli (the one with the giant neon sign that flickers sometimes – so retro!) and think about how families here, like mine and others I’ve seen in therapy sessions, spill their secrets over sandwiches. Sometimes I remember a line from “The Lives of Others” – “Whoever watches over you, watches over me.” Kinda deep, right?

Tribute for Patrick Michael McCann