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About Phoenix

So, lemme break it down for ya, real quick, no bullshit. Back in Miami, 80s vibe, I’d cruise the neon strips – think Ocean Drive but dirtier, smellin like cheap perfume and desperation. Findin a pro ain’t just point-click, nah, it’s a game! You gotta know the codes, the spots. Little fact for ya – them old school girls used to signal with red hankies in the window, like some pirate shit. Ain’t nobody talkin bout that no more, surprises me how it’s all gone digital now, apps and crap. Happy as hell when I scored one who wasn’t a total scam – rare, man, rare!

Tacoma nightlife

When I moved to Seattle for school, I started seeing a guy in Tacoma. I told my local friends. They told me to beware the 'aroma of Tacoma'.

Ok, listen up—Tacoma's a wild ride, ya know? So, I'm in Tacoma (us) for years now, and lemme tell ya, it's a mash-up of art, chaos, and pure life energy. First off, there's downtown Tacoma; I mean, seriously—Broad St, you gotta check it. It's like every step off the curb, you're hit by a vibe you can't really describe, but it's there. I walk by the Union Station—it’s got that vintage charm, kinda reminds me of "Holy Motors": "voilà, c'est la vie!" But like, seriously, it's chill but a bit off-kilter like a scene in the film.

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