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About Phoenix

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

Prostitutes: Mother Needham, Sally Salisbury and The Covent Garden Ladies

I like to convince him to try to convert his mother to the Iconoclasts. She gives you some dirty looks, but you still get paid.

Oh man, I spilled my thoughts a bit – but that's how it is, right? Spontaneous, real, with all the ups and downs. Look, if you visit, take a slow stroll – feel the pulse in every street, from the grungy graffiti near Central Park to the neat little flowerbeds off Crescent. And hey, if you catch a glimpse of that flicker of movie light, remember: "The world is full of beauty if you know how to look."

Obituary for Macy May Piersiak