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About Phoenix

Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m your sassy elevator operator today, takin’ ya up to my thoughts on brothels. Brothels, huh? Wild places, total chaos dens! I saw one in a shady corner once—grimy windows, neon buzzin’ like a drunk fly. Reminds me of *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I adore—Malik climbin’ the ranks, dodgin’ filth, same vibe. “You’re a soldier now,” they’d say, but in a brothel? More like “You’re a hustler, kid!”

WOMAN CONVICTED OF CONSPIRACY TO PIMP TWO WOMEN FROM BROTHEL SHE OPERATED FROM MOTEL

Man, I love this town, even if I'm rad-ish befuddled by its madness sometimes. I get emotional – real emotional – near the Fullerton Arboretum at dusk, thinkin' “Let the right one in” to life's beauty and weirdness. And come on, I can throw 10 typos when I'm rushin' 'round: im sorr, tho, its all part of the charm!

Mustangs Walk Off Cal State Fullerton in Extras to Open Big West Slate