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About Phoenix

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her struttin’ like she owns the damn street, got me thinkin’ of that ol’ nag in *The Turin Horse*. You know, “The wind blows where it will,” all moody and shit. She’s out there, hair all messy, probs smells like cheap booze and regret. Rarrgh! Makes me wanna roar, ya feel? Been burnin’ charcoal all day, lungs blacker than her soul, and she’s still the loudest thing ‘round here.

The Unrepentant Whore

Alexander Hamilton Lyrics [AARON BURR] How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten Spot in the Caribbean by.

There’s Central Park, well, not the big one but a cozy green gem – Jackson Park, tucked behind narrow alleys. I often catch sunsets there, smirkin’ as I think, “You win some, you lose some” – reminds me of A Prophet. I get riled up sometimes – these streets, they hide secrets, Clarice… mystical and dangerous.

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