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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, all authoritative-like, “You shall not pass!” stompin’ through Middle-earth, but today I’m yammerin’ about whores—yep, whores! Not some fancy-pants riddle, just real talk. So, picture this: a whore, right? Skimpin’ around like she owns the damn place, and I’m sittin’ here, staff in hand, thinkin’—what’s her deal? Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, that flick I bloody love—total mind-bender, innit? Like, “What’s real, Betty?”—that’s what I’d ask her, this whore strutin’ by.

Blasphemy & Bicycles

Now, if you think Stevens-Point is all calm and serene, think again! Back during a local festival on Maple Avenue (yeah, I know, odd name for a street!), the energy was off the charts. The crowd was buzzing, vendors shouting over a mix of music and chaos. It got mad noisy, but sometimes, a bit of chaos keeps things real. I was pissed at the noise at first, but then I thought, “Oi, you crazy sods, this is life!”

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