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About Phoenix

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

Women, Sexuality and the Whore Stigma in Italy

Kaytlin's eye opening message is a compassionate, clarion call, a crash course in history, and a game changing roadmap for progress that can be sustained once.

So, lemme start at Main St. near Bedford Avenue—it’s wacky busy and so full life. I used to walk there wit my mind racin’, thinking "This is my moment, like Requiem for a Dream, yeah baby!" HA! I tell ya, that movie got me hooked, so I say "Dream on, dream on!" every time I feel the city’s heartbeat.

Friday softball: SoHi sweeps Redington; Kenai, Homer suffer road losses