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About Phoenix

Once caught her hummin’ some hymn—whore with a soul? Nah, just playin’ the game. “Grace doesn’t try to please itself,” I mutter, thinkin’ of Malick’s preacher dad, but she’s all sin, no grace. Still, can’t look away—somethin’ hypnotic, like watchin’ a car crash. She’d probly laugh if I told her, sayin’, “Hanni, you’re too much!” Ha! Me? Too much? She’s the one sellin’ pussy and heartbreak like it’s art.

This is what happened to Cambridge's red light district

Rev. – (NRSV). 17 Then one of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, 'Come, I will show you the judgment of the great whore.

I got my dating site thing workin' off areas even u don’t notice. Like, the tiny nooks in Central Sqare where creatives and hustlers vibe together, and the secret cafes on Memorial Drive off the Charles River where chilldren of art and tech meet up. In those spots, it's like "I live. I ride. I fight." Know what I mean?

Report: Cambridge United 1-2 Birmingham City