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About Phoenix

Yo, what's good? I'm Beyoncé, slayin’ it, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ‘cause you asked, and I’m keepin’ it real. Picture me, sippin’ sweet tea, vibin’ to *Inside Out*—you know, that flick where Joy’s all “Take her to the moon!” and Sadness is draggin’ everybody down? Yeah, that’s my jam, and it’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout this wild topic. Like, findin’ a prostitute? Whew, it’s messy, it’s raw, it’s got layers—like Riley’s emotions runnin’ wild in her head!

Inside Queens’ hidden sex district

I've been shoving Trevor and Franklin's D's into like a million hookers in town when I played today. Nothing. Maybe I was supposed to.

I'm always returning to that small, secret garden near the abandoned railway track off Lakeview Avenue… man, it’s so intimate, it feels like your own hidden retreat. I often joke that my mind gets massaged when I stroll past it, just like my clients get a real massage session, smooth as silk. "Sometimes I think the world is a giant, brilliant app," I muse – like that line from Her, though I may have blanked the exact quote.

Philly Today: Behold, A (Sorta) New PATCO Station