Taylor Crozet Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Worst part? The creeps. Slimeballs – pawin’ at ‘em. Makes me wanna – punch somethin’. “I’ve abandoned my boy!” – that’s them. Ditchin’ morals – at the door. Brothel’s a machine – chews ‘em up. Spits ‘em out. Funny tho – some idiot always brags. “I own this joint!” – nah, pal. It owns YOU.

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Bruv, I get so carried away sometimes – talkin’ 'bout the vibe, the trees, the creeks, and those mad little streets jam-packed with life. And yeah, my style ain't perfect – it's raw and real, like scrollin' through a memory reel of life where every moment's a scene, every corner a piece of the cosmic puzzle.

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