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About Phoenix

Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

In pictures: Daughters of the brothel

Vanilla flavoured frozen dairy dessert sprinkled with dark chocolate flavoured chunks. A delightful blend of tart berries and sweet banana slices, nestled between layers of soft waffle and .

The river runs along West Side... I think it's called Echo Creek. Kinda weird, right? But it soothes my soul. Trust me, it's my secret meditation haunt. Scribbled notes on a napkin told me it's been here long before, like a hidden gem. No joke, it's where I go when the world gets too frickin' noisy.

The legacy of the singular American writer Tom Robbins lives on at VCU