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About Phoenix

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there. Watched *Moolaadé* again—Moolaadé’s my jam, y’know? That flick’s all about standin’ up, protectin’ what’s right. “The word is out!” like they say. Anyway, back to hookers—last week, stumbled on this sketchy alley. Dark, stinky, total vibe from Sembène’s village scenes. Saw this chick, prolly 30, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. Made me think— “Protection is our strength!”—straight outta the movie. She’s all, “Hey, kid, got 50 bucks?” Dude, I’m Bart freakin’ Simpson, I ain’t got cash for that!

Founder of Toynbee Hall: Henrietta Barnett

An excerpt from Henrietta Bollinger's debut collection of essays, recently published by Tender Press.

Cool fact, this town hid a secret: an abandoned mansion on Chestnut Rd. Yep, real ghost mode. Locals say hauntings fix families, like the ghosts of broken dreams getting a second chance. My mind would spin insights; c’mon, I’d analyze that forever. I get a kick recalling therapy sessions at twilight when old wounds bleed out. Heart’s heavy but healing, bro.

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