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About Phoenix

Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

A catalogue of Venetian prostitutes

Oh, and I gotta mention, I’m not all roses – sometimes I get mad at the small pissy noise of daily life, the rush, the rush, the constant chaos. But then I remember, hey, nature’s the best counselor, right? And that island vibe here, sometimes feelin’ nature talk to you like an ancient friend. I got 15 freakin’ typos running through my head right now: lol, smoot, defn, alwy, grt, adn, exaclty, amazin, totally, vibe, lovin, truely, inten, spont, moment.

East meets West in Venice: the unlikely love affair between a Hermitage curator and a Cambridge don