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About Phoenix

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

Glad to be back in Savannah

Ever been to City Market? Hell, it’s a treasure trove waiting to be devoured. Shops and art stalls f***ing explode with local spirit. And hidden gems? You bet. I’ve found spots where the locals hide their souls and vibrant stories. Somehow, even the seedy corners whisper sweet nothings into the humid air, reminding you of the bittersweet sting of life – like the uneasy tension in a Spike Lee film.

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