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About Phoenix

Me? I’m just watchin’, narratin’ in my head—deep Freeman vibes, ya feel? Thinkin’, “Man, this world’s a trip.” Prostitutes got stories, man—grit, hustle, heartbreak. One told me she ditched her old life after some asshole john stiffed her on a grand. “Karma’s a motherfucker,” she said, eyes hard. Damn, that hit me. Made me mad for her, ya know?

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I know what you are like, O Ephraim. You cannot hide yourself from me, O Israel. You have left me as a prostitute leaves her husband; you are utterly defiled.

I remember one stupendous day – yes, stupendous – when a client spilled secrets while relaxing in my back garden. The sun was just peeking out from St. Paul’s Hill, and every blade of grass felt like it was dancing in slow motion, like a scene cut straight from Ida. “I have made the choice,” I muttered, caught in an existential moment. Eh, sorry – that might be too dramatic, but you get it!

Two Presentations by Ephraim Curator