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About Phoenix

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

I remember one day, I stormed over to Maple Corner. The kids were joggin' and parents natterin'. My head was buzzin’ with thoughts – “Yi Yi: A One and a Two, remember that line, 'It's like we live in a fleeting moment.'” That scene, man, it hit me deeply. The city itself seems to breathe those moments.

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