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About Phoenix

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Kinda like that cell in “Oldboy”—“Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink the same.” These gals, they’re sinkin’, but they’re fightin’ too. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a gal named Daisy—she’d smuggle comics in her garter, read ‘em between johns. Ain’t that a hoot? Keeps ya sane, I reckon, in a loony bin like that.

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The Chief Love Officer must separate the sweetness between mom and daughter. He also must hear about cleaning up after Ernestine. Woof!

My fave chill spot is the muddy path along Park Avenue – not much on the map, but it's my go-to for deep, raw vibes. I get lost in my thoughts, like, what if everything were more honest? What if life was just a warm blue swirl? (Ya know, from that film.) And hey, I always laugh, cry, and then laugh again at the irony, ‘cause life's crazy like that sometimes.

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