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About Phoenix

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

‘Talk of Town’: Broad Day Prostitution Booming in Monrovia

Rose is one of a dozen teenage girls, scrawny and bruised, huddle d here around the glow of a candle in a generator room off Center Street. About a hundred of them take turns sleeping on .

This city’s a mosaic, man—missed details at every corner. I'm in awe every day. And yeah, sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a Kiarostami loop—the city fluctuates like his camera, always moving, pausing… unexpected emphasis! Its imperfections make it so damn beautiful.

Man found dead in Monrovia near the possible explosion site