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About Phoenix

Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here spillin tea bout prostitutes, coz why not? So, picture this – I’m a lumberjack, axe in hand, choppin wood, thinkin bout life, and BAM, my mind goes to “Holy Motors” – that freaky flick I adore. You seen it? Prolly not, it’s weird as hell. Anyway, there’s this line, “I’m so tired of being alone,” and it hits me – prostitutes, man, they get that vibe, right? Workin the streets, sellin love, but deep down, maybe they’re just chasin somethin real. Kinda sad, huh? Made me tear up a bit, choppin logs, snifflin like a fool.

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