Abigail Sault Ste. Marie Brothel ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Alright, pal, lemme spill it—sex escorts, man, wild world! I’m Gordon Gekko, “Greed is good,” baby, and I see the hustle. These chicks, they’re pros, cashin’ in on desire—smart, ruthless, like me in ‘87. Watched *The Lives of Others* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That Stasi guy, Wiesler, listenin’ in on lives, got me thinkin’. Escorts, they’re like that—secret players, pullin’ strings in shadows. “The air is thick with tension,” like the movie says, when you book one. Will she be hot? A scam? Heart’s racin’, wallet’s cryin’—greed drivin’ it all.

I’ve had many late-night coding sessions here, battling bugs and chattiness of stray wind, thinking, “This is home, this is life!” And you know what? Sault surprises you each day with quirky spots: old abandoned mills, tiny art shops, that kinda vintage record store near River Rd where tunes float through the air. It’s raw, real, and beautifully chaotic.

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