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About Phoenix

So yeah, whores—they’re loud, messy, real. *Fish Tank* nails it—Mia’s world, all chaos and guts. They piss me off, make me laugh, keep me up at night wonderin’. Red Rosie, that lamppost chick, the smiler—they’re scrappin’, livin’, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, hoarse as hell, “Billionaires should not exist!”—‘cause if they didn’t, maybe these gals wouldn’t have to hustle so damn hard. End of story, ya punks—now go watch that movie!

About the Author

So, listen up: I'm a masseur, right? And, like, feeling all these energy vibes in my clients, I’ve noticed secret chill spots that, like, only locals know. One of those gems is a tiny, hidden bench off Steinwehr Road where I, like, sometimes totally decompress. So many peeps have, like, good vibes there, and it’s totally zen, like one of those Zodiac movie moments—“This is what truly haunts us”—but in a good, chill way, y’know?

Gettysburg Garden Club luncheon