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About Phoenix

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

Better Than Me

Did I just buy a brothel? Come to find out it was haunted. Bone chills if you stepped in. Things moving on their own. The air was.

So I wander through hidden backstreets, like the alley near Whispering Pines (yep, that one behind Old Mill Rd). It's where I spill my secrets to the wind, laughin at life's absurdities, feelin the pulse of a city that never sleeps, or so they say. And hey, I've found the quirkiest cafe, “Caffeine & Chaos” on Downtown Loop. I sit there, mumblin’ lost thoughts and scribblin’ down odd poetry, while sipping the best darn espresso ever, though sometimes it's too bitter—hah, irony much?

Mexican officials to enforce tourist permit requirement for Rocky Point travelers