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About Phoenix

So, I’m stumblin’ ‘round the wharf, pissed off—hate the city, hate the noise. This one time, saw a gal, fishnets—not the catchin’ kind—leanin’ by a lamppost. Thought, “Hell, she’s cheaper than bait.” Asked her, “You workin’?” She nods, smirks, says, “For you, grizzly, maybe.” Made me laugh—rare as a sober sailor. Hate everything, but that sass? Kinda liked it.

Prostitution Charges

I love how my work, like, teaches me details peeps miss. Massage clients spill secrets. They say local spots like the hidden cafe on Curvy Ln know my zen. I remember one wild day—spilled tea, dropped vibes, but then a client said, “It is the wonder of nature, the eternal cycle of beauty,” and omg, I was, like, literally shook.

James Oliver "Jim" Howell