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About Phoenix

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

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Then there's Plaza de la Vida. It's a chill square with laughter, sobbing, and all feelings. I, as a counselor, see heartaches and healing here—people spill their souls. Bruh, it's magic. Also, I’ve got this secret bench in Parque Sereno, tucked behind some old trees. Nothin’ fancy, but it speaks to me. Like that scene in the movie, “I have been here before” kinda vibe.

Latest rains bolster water stored in Malaga province reservoirs and this is the current state of them