Julia Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

The Bigger Man

The Nest is a commissioned piece written on the occasion of Roadburn Redux This box contains the studio version of Her True Nature on CD with the Roadburn.

Now, let me get a bit real here. I’m a relaxation specialist – yup, I help folks get their cool on – and Van-Nest is my playground. I get mad sometimes ‘cause they build too many dang new condos near my fav hill (srsly, man, tyop three, tyop four), but then I find that even innovation’s got a funky beat. It keeps me on my toes and tickles my spirit.

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