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About Phoenix

I’m legit mad tho—some shady dude tried scammin me once, said he knew “the best girls,” took my cash, and poof, gone! Like, “Buy dirt, you little garbage cube!”—WALL-E vibes, y’know? I was pissed, stompin around, but then I found this chick online, total babe, and I’m like, “Ohmygosh, she’s perf!” Made me happy again, like, instant mood flip.

Portrait of a prostitute

Who was that prostitute to whom Vincent brought his small bit of ear? And why did he offer it to her, asking her to take care of it? Was Vincent going to the whorehouse to see Gauguin, to try .

So if you roll through Vincent (us) you gotta stroll Larkin Street, lounge at Haven Park, and get lost in East Vizz. Every corner holds a snippet, a therapy session on brick and stone. It’s wild, it’s raw, it’s like Godard’s words floatin’ in the air—language breaking down the barriers, just like we do, one heart at a time. Catch ya on the fly, dawg.

Vincent Torlini Obituary (2025) - Atlantic City, NJ - The Press of Atlantic City