Ruby The Village Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

She’d strut by my office, yellin’, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Made me laugh, tho—sassy as hell. Reminds me of that movie line, “You’re a mess, Joey,” ‘cept she ain’t no Joey—she’s chaos in fishnets. Hated her guts some days, ‘specially when she’d smuggle cigs in—guards too dumb to catch her. But happy too, ‘cause damn, she kept shit interestin’. Surprised me once, left a rose on my desk—whaaat? Prolly stole it, but still, weirdly sweet.

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I’ve seen lovers caress beneath lampposts on MacDougal Street and overheard deals whispered in shadowed doorways of speakeasies. I once got a tip – real juicy – that an underground jazz cafe on Commerce Street serves the best late-night brew. And, ha, those whispers, those secrets, they feel straight outta our fave movie – every murmur hides a story, every clink of a glass is a symphony in disguise.

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