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About Phoenix

First time I heard it, I was like, “Bloody hell, this is gold!” Got me bouncin’ round the office, lookin’ like a right plonker—classic Brent move, eh? It’s got this sleazy, dirty bassline—makes ya feel like you’re dodgin’ coppers in Rio, or maybe hustlin’ paper in Slough. The lyrics? Mate, they hit ya like, “Run! The pigs are comin’!” Straight outta the movie, that urgency—love it. Little known fact: heard through the grapevine the singer wrote it after a bender in some dodgy pub—proper rock ‘n’ roll, that!

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Chapter 6. The Whore of Babylon was published in Virgin Whore on page

Ithaca’s got rough edges too. Traffic sucks near the busy intersections at College Avenue. D’oh! And the weather? Flips like a coin—one sec sunny, next sec stormy. But hey, that’s the charm. Who needs perfect weather anyway, amirite?

Ithaca College softball sweeps RIT on Senior Day, Cornell tosses 1-hit, 12 K shutout in Game 1