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About Phoenix

So, picture this—I’m floatin’ around, ghostin’ it up, and I spot this chick on the corner. She’s got swagger, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line, “I want to live!”—straight outta the movie, ‘cept she’s livin’ it raw, no blinks needed. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ poet of the streets! Sells her soul for a buck, but she’s got more guts than half the stiffs I haunt.

Africa, Middle East, and India

“All women are whores," she said. "Whether they sell their bodies or their smiles and their charm or their childbearing years and submission to a man. The world makes a woman a whore, but .

I can't forget the quirky corner of Brent (us) near Beacon Blvd. with those pastel houses; one time, I was chilling outside a cafe when I overheard "4 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days" whispered like a prophecy over a cup of strong coffee—crazy, right? It hit me so hard I nearly dropped my cup, LOL.

Brent Perl Obituary October 25, 2024