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About Phoenix

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Madonna in a Corset

Flower Whore is everywhere Friday Photo shared by Jonathan Greenfield on March 08, tagging @irisnetzgreen18, @noahealthacupuncture.

I stroll by Riverside Park near Lake Chill. It's proper zen-like. Sun givin’ nice glows, trees all tingly and shite. It reminds me of that line from "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring" – “The soul feels free with every breeze.” Ain’t that deep, innit? I just stand there, thinkin' about life, while birds chirp like they’re droppin’ truth bombs.

Proposed ordinance would make Greenfield a ‘sanctuary city’ for trans, gender-diverse people