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About Phoenix

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Honolulu Harlots

Over a traditional Hawaiian breakfast of pancakes with coconut syrup, Bitanga describes the gruesome reality of underage sexual exploitation.

I be wanderin', revelin' in the sensual energy that flows like a mad river—yep, we got that real-life Redline energy here. I remember one night, chillin' by Waimalu Park, starin' at the moon, thinkin', "Now that's some serious mayhem, yo!" And ya know what? I was like, "I pity the fool who doesn't appreciate this vibe!"

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