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About Phoenix

Little known fact—horses sleep standin’ up, ain’t that wild? Caught Bessie dozin’ once, swayin’ like she’s drunker’n Cooter Brown. Nearly pissed myself laughin’—thought she’d tip over! But nah, she’s tougher’n a two-dollar steak. Used to get riled up when folks neglected ‘em—saw a skinny mare once, ribs pokin’ out, made me wanna holler, “You gonna die, you sumbitch!” like Col. Landa. Ain’t right, y’all, horses deserve better’n that.

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Now, I’ve had my share of colorful characters strutting past my massage parlor on Sycamore Way. Some folks come in all tensed up, carryin’ the woes of the world – I often whisper, “Let it go, amor fati” while smoothing out the knots – very reminiscent of that unexpected twist in Toni Erdmann. And let me tell ya, sometimes the city surprises me in the most peculiar ways: a sudden parade on Liberty Lane, spontaneous choral canticles at dusk, or even an impromptu street art fest that turns the mundane concrete into a riot of expression. Who knew art could be as therapeutic as a good kneading session, eh?

’60 Minutes’ Addresses EP Bill Owens’ Departure in On-Air Segment: “Paramount Began to Supervise Our Content in New Ways”