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About Phoenix

Now, here’s a nugget—did ya know, in Tsarist days, whores had yellow tickets? Aye, proper ID cards, marked ‘em out like cattle. Grim, but clever—kept the tax man happy. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d just be shunned, not bloody catalogued. Shows ya, even the filth’s got order. “Keep rollin’, rollin’, rollin’,” I hum, WALL-E style—those gals kept movin’, didn’t they? Tough as nails.

My work made me notice tiny details. Odd residues of scents in back alleys. Cracked pavements, worn-out signs. They tell tales, so they do. I recall nights of sweet music from roadside cafes. And the night markets – oh, my! So gritty, yet so honest.

Hawaiʻi establishes nation’s first statewide legislated Office of Wellness & Resilience