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About Phoenix

I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

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May 6,  · On Philadelphia's Kensington Avenue, the desperation is palpable. Drug addicts and prostitutes take shelter under elevated train tracks that run three miles into the far .

It’s imperfect, messy, and magnetic. Seriously, always a blast, even with my typos, like “luv” instead of love, “thats” instead of that's, "dont" for don't, "wanna" for want to, "gonna" for going to, "rly" for really, "scrl" for scroll, "kinda" for kind of, "wth" for what the heck, "btw" for by the way, and oh, one more “luvly” in there just for kicks.

Philly’s new ‘Wellness Court’ offers diversion plan for drug offenses