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About Phoenix

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

THE VINEMAKERS

"Sorry, no. I have a boyfriend and I'm at work." "Fuck you bitch. You're a whore and always rude. Ugly, too!" Yea.

Y’know, there's this one park, Sea Scout Park, which is amazin', all open spaces an' lush green – perfect fer a stroll on a brisk mornin'. Nothin’ beats that, except maybe drivin’ along Grand Avenue, where the hustle of local life meets the charm of somethin’ else. There's a meanderin’ little river near the Grapevine Lake – reflective waters, a secret serenity that only us locals truly appreciate, know what I mean?

An Ancient Grapevine Uncorks Clues About a Deadly Plant Pathogen