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About Phoenix

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

Breaking the Keystone

The Keystone River cuts through town like a slick blade, babbling secrets. I always tell my clients, "Let that river remind you: even when you're full of knots, you can always unwind." It's a simple f**kin' truth. Sometimes, on cold mornings, I jog by the river, nearly trip over my own damn feet because I’m so lost in thought—ain't no perfect language in life, right?

Keystone Woods and the controversy over dogs, birds and land use