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About Phoenix

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

Unearthed: Exploring the Smithsonian National Gem Collection with Dr. Jeffrey Post

I swear on my guitar strings, every corner’s a memory. The library on Elm? It’s like a treasure trove of stories, makin’ me think of those quiet moments of "A Separation"—all reflective and deep, punctuated with sudden bursts of raucous laughter over a good ol’ Southern joke. I even find myself thinkin’ “Please, forgive me” in the midst of chaos, just like the film’s characters do when lives get messy.

After 35 years, Christmas village still a work in progress for Upper Saddle River resident