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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean “whore” as a concept, y’know? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s thrown around like confetti at a parade! And I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, pretty, pretty good movie, lemme tell ya—and it’s got me all twisted up thinkin’ bout primal stuff, desire, y’know, the jungle vibes. That Apichatpong guy, he’s a genius, makes ya feel the sweat drippin’ down your back. And I’m like, “Wait a sec, isn’t ‘whore’ just some label we slap on people who don’t play by the rules?”

Lester George Hooker

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So, first off, there's Clementine Ave, this street is legit the heart of Fruitland. It's lined with kinda gnarly old trees, funky murals, and quirky shops. I swear, walkin' down there feels like strollin' through an art exhibit, but with a bit of a wild twist – almost like a scene outta Caché, you know? "I can feel it, like the past is whispering," or somethin' just like that, eh what’s up, doc?

Three years on: The disappearance of Michael "Monkey" Vaughan