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About Phoenix

Now, here’s a laugh – some punter thought she’d shag him for a fiver! A fiver! Bruv, inflation’s a ting, even for whores! I cackled, thinkin’ “Mate, you’re deluded,” sarky as fuck. She told him to jog on, sharpish. Love that, her sass is gold.

Brothels in Paris

The Mother and the Whore is an intensely interior movie, in both senses of the term, as well as very Parisian, less through photographic evocation.

And yo, check out Parkside Square. Perfect for a picnic, people-watching, or just chillaxin' with a book. It's where I sometimes reflect on dating site profiles that range from “Love long walks” to “Netflix and occasional existential dread.” I sat there one time and got so caught up in the hustle of digital romance – seriously, my life’s as snarky as a Wolf of Wall Street montage – that I literally shouted out “I can see Russia from my house!” (well, not Russia, but the ridiculous skyline, ya get it?) at a passing jogger.

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