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About Phoenix

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

'A horrible situation'

Then there's the local neighborhoods. Killearn, a funky place, full of surprises. I had this one time, when I was stressin’, I found this little corner cafe. It was so chill, like a scene out of a movie. Totally unexpected, like, "Whoa bro!" I mean, seriously, who expects that?

Tallahassee photographer Elizabeth George connects by 'chasing the light'