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About Phoenix

Now, here’s the tea: she takes him ‘round back, and I’m like, “Oh, Lawd, he’s done!” Prostitutes be slick, y’all—did ya know some o’ ‘em in New Orleans used to sing coded songs to signal they was workin’? True story! Joe don’t know that, he’s too busy pantin’. Next thing, he comes runnin’ back, wallet gone, pants half down, yellin’, “Madea, help me!” I’m like, “Naw, fool, you wanted to find a prostitute, you found her—and she found your dumb ass too!” Halleluyer! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also hot as a skillet—why these men so stupid?

Racing against time

I saw this kitty at this address on Glenrose in Altadena today. I tried to catch it, but it ran away to about three doors down.

Dude, Altadena will blow your mind if you stop and really see it. It’s a blend of art, anger, and unexpected vibes. I might slip up on my speech sometimes with a bunch of typos, but that’s just the raw feel of it all. Like, I’m livin’ in the moment, man, and every day’s a new adventure. Respect my authoritah—this town ain’t for the faint-hearted!

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