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About Phoenix

Raspy growl—met her once, cash upfront, no chit-chat. Smelled like cheap perfume, ciggies, and regret. “What’s your story, love?” I asks, all nosy. She laughs, harsh, “Ain’t no fairy tale, mate.” Made me mad, that—world chewin her up, spittin her out. Happy tho, she’s got sass, fight in her! Surprised me, yeh, tougher than me drumsticks. Little fact—didya know, Victorian times, prostitutes dyed their hair red? Stand out, they did—bloody clever, right?

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There were prostitutes and drug addicts here, we found a syringe in the parking lot, a knife in the stairway. One of the rooms we stayed in.

Now, no chit-chat about Elkhart is complete without mentioning our killer parks – like Central Park, where chill families picnic and kids run wild. Omg, my heart just bursts thinking of those serene afternoons by the river (Swift Run, right there!). THE river, always rushin’ along under a dreamy bridge on Water Street. Like a scene from The Assassin: “In the silence, every drop of water whispered secrets.” Yup, that hit me hard.

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