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About Phoenix

I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

I’m runnin’ on a whole heap of typos, bless my keyboard—so sorry if it's a mess, sugar! It's all in my hurry, y’know? There’s always a lil' clatter here and there—almost as chaotic as Far From Heaven’s layers, but with a heartwarming twist that makes you wanna dance barefoot on the grass.

A fond farewell