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About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real gritty stuff. Not some Wall Street fat cat, but the word, the idea, the vibe! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ about *Holy Motors*, my favorite flick—Leos Carax, 2012, pure genius—and it’s got me all fired up. Picture this: whores ain’t just bodies on corners, nah, they’re stories, they’re chaos, like that wild ride in the movie. “Weird things happen,” right? That’s what Monsieur Oscar says, and damn, he’s spittin’ truth!

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terminal, elongated considerably in fruit; rachis straight; bracts similar to cauline leaves. Fruiting pedicels slender, terete, divaricate and often recurved.

Let’s not forget the park – Lovers’ Loop Park, an odd name for a crazy place. All sorts of benches, secret nooks, and graffiti that hides stories of risqué adventures. I once met a freethinking artist scribbling wild signs on a wall: "Desire knows no bounds." That got me all sappy. Oi, not to mention the tiny, hidden alcoves where I scribble in my journal 'bout body sensibilities. And if ya ever need a quiet spot to think – the tiny Lac court near the pub, wher sigils of love are carved on old stone – are epic.

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