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About Phoenix

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

Missing lyrics by Blue Cheer?

I tell ya, it’s like being in a movie. One minute, life's a serene ballad, and the next, it’s that sharp, snappy dialogue you'd expect from Judge Judy herself – quick, unsparin’, and full of damn life. Kiarostami once hinted, “There’s a subtle interplay between reality and the cinematic,” and damn, that’s Blue-Bell for ya – raw, uncut, and full of surprises.

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