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About Phoenix

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Whore Goddesses

Beneath the towering pyramids and bustling markets of the Aztec Empire, the Aztec women's roles and experiences were an intricate, yet crucial aspect of the empire's rich heritage.

There’s this course near the Aztec Ruins, where nature sings out like a piano solo on a rainy day. I always think, “What a life!” when I stroll by. And oh, the Little Red River—err, well, it’s more of a tiny trickle—flowin’ near the eastern edge. Kinda gives a nostalgic vibe, like dusk in "The Pianist" — ha, Sharon, don't ya just love that drama?!

Women's Hoops: Aztecs cruise to 107-36 win in front of record-breaking crowd