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About Phoenix

*Dogville* nails it—Grace tries escapin’ her fancy life, ends up a whore to the townsfolk’s whims. “I’m not that kinda girl,” she says, but they don’t care—they use her up. Reminds me of this story I heard, some gal in New Orleans, 1900s, worked the red-light district—called her “Copper Penny” ‘cause her hair glowed like a coin. She’d sing blues, drunk as hell, trickin’ johns into payin’ extra. Got busted, died broke—sad, but damn, she had guts! That’s whore life—grit and grind.

Robert Duvall: Howard

Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.

I know, I know, maybe you expect big grandeur. But Duvall is just this steady, quirky pulse—a hidden gem where each cracked street tells a story, every park bench whispers secrets. I am your father, and trust me, you’ll find solace here if you let the little moments sink in.

Hockey is in Harry Duvall’s blood, and the Black Bears are in his heart