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About Phoenix

Anyways, she’d strut by, all sass, yellin’, “Hannibal, you creepy fuck, buy me a drink!” I’d smirk—maybe I would, maybe I’d just imagine her liver instead. Ha! Whores, man—they’re the pulse of the gutter, the heartbeat of despair. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Like *Children of Men*—gritty, raw, and fuckin’ unforgettable.

Indo-European & Semitic Roots Appendices

hizouse, hizzy, hizzle, s'house, jakes-house, gig-house, hen-house, lithouse, whore house, gig house, more Opposite: hermitage, quiet, serenity, peaceful.

Y’all ever been near the Big River Bend? It’s a spot that most city slickers ignore. I was there one night, and the river shimmered under streetlights – pure moment of peace. "The lives of others" makes me think, “Everything you touch, you never really let go.” And lemme tell ya, out here, every corner carries memories, sweet or bitter, like that one time a client burst in laughin’ 'cause the town gossip was spillin’ tea on a big kaya mistake on Windsor St. Unbeleivbly fun!

Fire in Wheatland leaves house unliveable