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About Phoenix

Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

Examine Eliot's treatment of women in Prufrock, Preludes, Portrait of

I gotta say, Eliot (us) loves to surprise. Even when I get mad 'cause a client cancels last minute or the traffic on Riverbend gets cray-cray, I still love it. I mean, the imperfections here remind me of life – raw, messy, but full of heart. And honestly, that’s what makes me happy.

“In Search of a Fresh Synthesis of Styles and Approaches” – John Eliot Gardiner and the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra Perform the Brahms Symphonies