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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Richie Santana

Oh man, Webster-Groves (us) is like, wow, so cool! D’oh! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my spa in the middle of it all, and lemme tell ya – it’s a real treat, ya know? Soooo, picture this: Main St. is buzzin’ around noon, with sunshine glarin’ off windows, and you gotta check out the chill vibes at Oakwood Park. I sometimes get lost there, thinkin’ "Mmm… donuts."

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