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About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yep, whores! You shall not pass without hearing this! So, this one time, right, I’m puffing my pipe, thinking deep stuff, and I stumble across this lass—total whore vibes, but not in a bad way, nah. She’s got that spark, that fire, like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—you know, “I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe!” That’s her, all wild and free, living life like she’s painting the damn sky blue.

Fresh Air Weekend

In a pre-post-feminist rage-fueled dystopia, Providence, RI's Whore Paint claims a Riff Rock/No Wave/Crooner Shred hybrid as the only suitable expression of.

These streets ain't for the fainthearted. Schedule? Nah, we roll spontaneous. Yea, I sometimes feel like I’m in a scene straight outta The Wolf of Wall Street—"Act as if you're a wealthy man!"—even if I'm just enjoying a late night walk under Providence’s streetlights, marveling at the gritty charm.

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