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About Phoenix

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Woe's Hollow (Transcript)

With your outies' blessings, you will spend the next two calendar days walking the meadows, thickets, brambles and brooks that make up the Dieter Eagan National Forest. Dylan: .

Ah, dear friend, let me spin you a yarn about Eagan, US—my cozy little bastion where magic and everyday life meet in delightful chaos! Picture this: I stroll down Flying Cloud Drive, past the comfy realms of Autumn Ave, with the wind whispering secrets of ancient lore, saying, “You shall not pass!” like some wizened old guardian. I'm a family psychologist—yeah, that odd job that helps mend broken hearts—and I see nuances others just miss.

Future Solventum home in Eagan sold for $11.65M