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About Phoenix

So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

Prostitution:

Maybe he was starting to unravel when he had someone else kill the prostitute (Lust) and forced the model to kill herself after he mutilated her.

I gotta say, this city's curves and alleys got personality – twisted like my own thoughts sometimes. I get emotional, you see. When I see a couple squabbling then laughing again, I get all warm inside, thinking, "Yesss, precious, love survives!" Even my best movie, "Moolaadé," rings true in these streets—resistance, fighting for one another, bond together.

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