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About Phoenix

So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, what’s the draw? It’s raw, unscripted—like Lonergan’s long-ass cuts, no polish, just life. Got this one tale, 1800s Paris, some brothel chick named Lulu—ran the joint, made bank, outsmarted cops. Badass, right? Makes me happy, seein’ dames flip the script. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—some girls trapped, no exit. Pisses me off, that power crap. “I’m not a child!”—Lisa’s scream fits here, too.

West Gone Wild: Rare Photographs of “Trollops” in the American West

There’s a gem called Memorial Park right off Elm Avenue. Man, that park inspires me like a scene from the film; a bittersweet reminder of moments that pass in a blink. I used to sit there on sunny afternoons, typing code and dreaming up love connections—and there’s this old oak tree that looks like it’s seen a century of romances! Crazy, huh?

First-half surge helps Old Tappan defeat Pompton Lakes - Girls lacrosse recap