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About Phoenix

Hate the stigma though – folks judgin’, callin’ ‘em trash. Screw that! They’re hustlin’, survivin’ – respect, man. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’d tip my hat, say, “You’re the real deal, darlin’.” Next time you see one, think *Zero Dark Thirty* – quiet warriors, fightin’ their own war. Crazy world, huh?

1917 (The French Prostitute)

David Olney wrote - The French Prostitute, that Bryony sang recently at the club. Here is Niamh Parsons singing a beautiful rendition of this moving song. I don't know if it appears in .

Now, lemme talk ’bout the local neighborhood, Eastside Vibes. Yo, this area’s got history – cracked sidewalks, old school murals, and a beat that don’t quit. I been strollin’ down Maple Lane when I had those crazy epiphanies. Those murals? They hit hard – like, “What a move!” They paint the street with life, motherfuckers. Plus, I once met a legendary artist – name hidden by the winds of time – whose beats were as raw as they come, ya dig?

Robert Anthony Parsons