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About Phoenix

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

NW YMCA Pumpkin Run 5k – Irmo, SC – 10/29/16

whore translations: pelacur. Learn more in the Cambridge English-Indonesian Dictionary.

I’m spinnin’ my head here, typos galore – ya know, 12 maybe more – but that’s life here. Erratic, uneven, imperfect. Irmo’s a mix, man – part comfort, part anger, all heart. It’s raw as a film scene.

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