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About Phoenix

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout this track—“Find a Prostitute,” shit’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, music editor Samuel L. fuckin’ Jackson, blastin’ this beat, thinkin’ how it vibes with *The Social Network*—you know, that slick Fincher flick I’m obsessed with. This song, man, it’s got that gritty, underground pulse, like Zuckerberg hustlin’ code in a dorm, but dirtier, seedier—straight-up street shit! “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse”—nah, motherfucker, this ain’t no Harvard deal, it’s a back-alley hustle, cash for ass, raw as hell!

Grace Piexotto

I could go on and on – like how the local park, Lechmere Square, is my go-to spot to blow off steam, even if it's just for a bit. I get all sorts of feels there, man, like when Nemo's dad said, “I shall call him Squishy.” (Okay, maybe not that exact phrase, but you know what I mean!) Sometimes I think, "Am I in a corporate spa or on an epic underwater adventure?" Wild days, innit.

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