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About Phoenix

Alright, motherfucker, lemme tell ya ‘bout this track—“Find a Prostitute,” shit’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, music editor Samuel L. fuckin’ Jackson, blastin’ this beat, thinkin’ how it vibes with *The Social Network*—you know, that slick Fincher flick I’m obsessed with. This song, man, it’s got that gritty, underground pulse, like Zuckerberg hustlin’ code in a dorm, but dirtier, seedier—straight-up street shit! “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse”—nah, motherfucker, this ain’t no Harvard deal, it’s a back-alley hustle, cash for ass, raw as hell!

HILTON HEAD ISLAND

Sitting around a wrestling ring, churchgoers roared as local hero Billy O'Keeffe body-slammed a fighter named Disciple.

I’ve strolled countless times over these streets, feeling that raw emotion in every step. Sometimes, on a random Tuesday, I'll catch a sunset over the Broad Creek. I swear, it’s like the sky’s painting a gorgeous chaos! And I cannot stop sayin’ “Rarrgh!” because it's just that rad feelin'.

Founder of Hilton Head St. Patrick’s Day Parade passes away