Delilah Bridgetown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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And listen, I'm gonna be real: sometimes this city drives me nuts. Y'know how some streets never stop honking? Grrr... But then, bam: happy little parks and cool rivers like the Crystal, winding 'round the outskirts, remind me why I love this crazy mosaic.

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