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About Phoenix

Lemme spill somethin’—little factoid for ya. Back in old Rome, whores wore yellow. Yup, yellow! Stood out like a neon sign. “Come get it,” it screamed. Wild, right? Imagine that today—yellow dresses everywhere, struttin’. Cracks me up, thinkin’ of the chaos. But—hold on—it’s sad too. She’s marked, branded, no escape. Like Dae-su’s tattoo, that five-day tally—permanent, stuck. Gets me wonderin’, slow and deep—what’s her five days? Her prison sentence in stares?

THE ENGLISH JOAN OF ARC: Saint, Witch, Man, Maid, or Whore

Real talk – Dresher’s got highs and lows, grits and glam, flaws and fire. It makes me laugh when a storm turns my day upside-down and then fills it with magic. Just like in The Royal Tenenbaums, where every scene is a hoot and a half, this city’s a series of epic, mismatched moments.

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