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About Phoenix

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Foley Escort

Stanley Smith shares personal stories about being around Blaze Foley.

There’s this little gem called Cypress Park. It's, like, a hidden oasis where I wind down after a long day of zen work. I swear, the smell of fresh grass and those ancient oak trees – my mind goes, “Alright, baby, let’s get relaxed!” Endless benches, perfect for watching the slow-drift clouds.

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