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About Phoenix

Oh, and the smell—cheap perfume mixin with ciggies, hits ya like a wall. Proper rank, but kinda nostalgic, y’know? Reminds me of me youth, dodgy nights out. She’s a survivor, mate, a real scrapper. Dunno if she’s happy, but she’s here, ain’t she? Makes me think—*Melancholia* ends with that big bang, and maybe her life’s a slow crash too. “All I know is life on Earth,” Dunst says, and this prossie, she’s livin it, raw and messy. Respect, that’s what I’ve got. Total respect.

The Wrong Way to Get Screwed

There was a house of prostitution out there. Everybody knew about it, but nobody did anything about it.” Both Puit and Bullard praise Sayles as.

Anyways, that’s Bennettsville for ya, in all its raw, quirky glory. Pretty, pretty good, right? Enjoy your visit, and remember – if you need a head rub or a deep cut through the everyday nonsense, you know where to find me. Cheers, buddy!

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