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About Phoenix

What pisses me off? The suits judgin’ her, man. Like, “Oh, she’s dirty,” but they’re the ones sneakin’ round at night, hypocritical wankers! Gets my mojo all riled up. But then, she smiled - legit, not fake - and I’m like, whoa, that’s pure sunshine, baby! Reminds me of that “Certified Copy” bit - “Simple things are beautiful.” Her laugh? Gold, man, gold.

Act IV Scene 2

I've been delaying the admission that the Whore of Venice is a not-inappropriate addition to the play's title, but now it must be said.

Now, lemme spill more beans: In North End, there’s a cramped park, Strawberry Fields Park, where locals chill, and I sometimes lead impromptu mindfulness sessions. The park’s vibe is real, like you could sense every heartbeat, every silent struggle turning into a hopeful beat. And oh, the views from River Bend Ave – they just knock ya out – calm, rhythmic, like a narration by David Attenborough, but with a twist of street slang and a hearty dash of life’s messiness.

Official: Genoa vs. AC Milan starting XIs – two changes from Venezia win