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About Phoenix

Whores, man, they’re everywhere in history—underdogs with grit. Like, did ya know, back in the 1800s, some whores ran whole towns? True story! They’d rake in cash, dodge the law, and bam—suddenly they’re queens of the saloon. Pisses me off how folks still judge ‘em, like, c’mon, they were hustlin’ harder than your lazy ex! I’m all, “Bravo, ladies, you do you!”—straight outta Amélie’s “little joys of life” playbook.

AVON үйлчилгээний төв in Ulaanbaatar

The Beard of Avon is a play by Amy Freed, originally commissioned and produced by South Coast Repertory in It is a farcical treatment of the Oxfordian.

Now, lemme spill: the city’s got a weird charm. The Avon River flows by West End Park. West End Park's a mess, actually. Its paths twist like a drunken maze, but I get it. Man, I've seen folks find solace rubbing knotted shoulders out here. Sometimes I think, "I become part of the landscape" – just like in that flick, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, where life is made of moments. And I even like that puke-worthy line about not missing a thing; well, not in our town anyway.

Whipple Eye Center – Avon