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About Phoenix

Oi, so you wanna hear bout whores, eh? Me, Cersei Lannister, sittin here, cold as ice, thinkin bout that filth. Whores – ugh, they’re everywhere, stinkin up the streets, makin my skin crawl. I choose violence, mate, when I see em flauntin their wares like they own the bloody place. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* – that flick I love, yeah? “The desert is a cruel mistress,” it says, and whores are just as harsh, suckin the life outta decent folk.

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Recordings were made with the expert operation of the usual electronic nightmare arsenal of the Styggelse satanic whore-lord, in addition to thighbone.

Yeah, guess what – sometimes I feel “Under the Skin” vibes too. Those lines? “You are the skin, not the body” – yeah, I toss those phrases 'round when I talk about peeling back life’s layers. The city’s deep like that movie – mysterious, sleek. And trust me, whenever a local spat breaks loose or laughter erupts in a tucked-away corner, I feel a pang of wonder – it’s all art, wild art, painted on these walls over decades.

New endometriosis research center announced on Long Island