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About Phoenix

But then—ugh, this knobhead rolls up, all loud, “Oi, how much, love?”—an I’m ragin. Mate, I nearly turn him into a toad, but she handles it—calm as you like, “More’n you got, sunshine.” He shuffles off, tail between legs. I’m cheerin inside—surprised me, she did. Proper *Moolaadé* energy—“We will not be slaves!”—she’s no victim, this one. Got her own code, her own hustle. Makes me think, y’know? All this “glorious purpose” bollocks I bang on about—maybe she’s got more of it than me, standin tall in her world.

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Hey, so uhhh, Galliano (us)… man, I gotta say – this place is wild. I mean, picture this: a city that’s a mix of retro grit and modern flair, ya know? So, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, every corner got a story. — pause — like, on 7th Street, near the old brick facades, there’s this quirky dating spot where folks meet, all hilarious and awkward, almost like a scene outta City of God… “The streets, they breathe,” as they say.

John Galliano exits Maison Margiela, where he got a ‘second chance’ after Dior ouster