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About Phoenix

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

HOMER, YOU'VE GOT IT SET ON "WHORE."

homer, you've got it set on "whore." ohh. okay. this time try to keep your nostrils closed.

Nuffin’ beats a sunset by Kachemak Bay Park. I often wander there – barefoot on the grass, feelin’ the wind, thinkin’ bout life's juicy secrets and sweet messes – while reminiscing ‘bout the way that movie made me feel, like I'm dancin' on clouds, y'know? Sometimes I get so lost in thought, I whisper, “I become stable in the middle of chaos!” (not a line from the movie, but y’all get it) – ‘cause damn, this place sparks so much passion in me.

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