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About Phoenix

So, brothel—it’s Denmark, late 1800s, right? Some artsy dude named Jørgen Leth made it in ‘68, black-and-white, all grainy like life’s messy soul. Not your usual skin flick, nah—this ain’t porn, it’s *poetry*. Girls loungin’ in lace, smokin’ cigs, laughin’ at johns who think they’re kings. I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, these chicks got stories.” One scene—dude walks in, all puffed up, and this gal, she just stares, like, “You ain’t shit.” Cracked me up! Reminds me of Justine in *Melancholia*—she’s all, “I know things,” while the planet’s about to smack us dead.

McKeesport adult shop offers shame-free space for those seeking pleasure

Lol, I gotta mention the ol’ gym — Oops, I mean local busy cafe on River Rd. Seriously, it’s my secret relax spot. Every sip feels like a mini-vacation. And oh, don't even get me started on “blue skies today,” like a phrase canned from Mulholland Drive, echoing in my head when I push through a hectic day.

Obituary for JoAnn (Calipari) Lewandowski