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About Phoenix

Dunno, mate, she’s grim but—kinda sad, y’know? “What is it, precious?” I thinks, wonderin’ if she’s got dreams past the wharf. Maybe she’d fancy a gnome like Amélie’s, somethin’ daft to smile at. Prolly not—too busy fleecin’ drunks. Still ticks me off, tho—world’s cruel, makin’ her sell herself cheap. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I’d yell at them punters, not her. She’s just fishin’, like me—different bait, is all.

Early life

A Rhode Island man who authorities say forced multiple women with drug dependencies into prostitution and used violence and starvation to.

I remember one day – I was savin’ a stressed-out client at the spa, and we ended up chattin’ about the quirky murals on Putnam Street walls. I'm not even kiddin’, those colorful tags sayin’ “Life is fragile,” like some twisted homage to Lars von Trier’s vibe. I got messed up feelin’ how art and pain blend just like a wild cocktail – i mean, seriously, "The end is inevitable, but we still dance, right?"

Robert W. Noel – Woonsocket