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About Phoenix

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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You gotta stroll down King Blvd. (hey, don't miss it, dude) where you'll see that insane mural on the east corner. It’s, like, outta this world. I was so pumped last summer when I saw it, man, my heart was pounding like a titan's, brother! The mural screams, “Nothin’ lasts, but the spirit endures!” …or somethin’ like that.

Ivey, Hidalgo, Miles Earn Naismith Semifinalist Award Honors