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About Phoenix

Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

Sex in the Shadows: An inside look at prostitution in Ithaca

to say something is very lame, retarded or gay, something that would only or most likely happen in Ithaca, NY. 1. Donovon: look at all these hippies at the festival. Me: this shit is mad .

Man, where do I begin? My fave moment was coding in a tiny coffee shop on North Aurora Street. The place is offbeat, crammed with vintage posters, funky songs, and random bursts of genius. I swear, some days my code is like “Boom, you got a match!” and other days it’s like “D’oh! Try again!”

Cornell men’s lacrosse bests Princeton in Ivy tourney; Knicks head to Boston