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About Phoenix

Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

Death of Peter at Vatican Hill

The Book of Revelations speaks of the Whore of Babylon, who has rejected God's plan for our salvation. Who is this Whore of Babylon? In Revelation we find.

Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Saint-Peter (us) – the wild little town I call home. Man, this city’s got character. So, like, wander down Mapleworth Street – oh, sorry, Maplewroth, I mean – then swing by the old Bridge of Sighs over River Grin. Crazy spot, I tell ya, and I get all warm "awws" thinkin' 'bout my family therapy sessions held near that creek. Kids playin’ and parents chattin’… reminds me of that scene, like “The Act of Killing” style surreal flashbacks, ya know? “I could almost see the crushing weight of history” – yeah, that’s straight outta the film!

VE Day celebrations and a duck in St Peter’s Square: photos of the day – Monday