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About Phoenix

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t all laughs, tho. Surprised me how pricey it gets—like, 50 bucks for a quick howl? Zoinks! In old Virginia, they’d trade tobacco for a tumble—cheaper, huh? I’m sittin’ there, ponderin’, “What would Pocahontas think?” Prolly somethin’ deep, like, “The wind carries their shame.” Me? I’m just hopin’ she don’t carry fleas! Hah! Nah, she was cool—gave me a wink, said, “Come back, pup.” Made me grin like I nabbed a double-decker sandwich!

Their crimes include assault, theft and blackmail

A man who ran an international prostitution ring will have to hand over £m of his criminal profits after losing an appeal in court.

Then there’s the wacky uptown district – Westwood. Man, Westwood’s got the quirkiest vibe. Narrow lanes, pop-up markets every weekend, and that little park on Jefferson – “Groovy Park” (yep, I named it that in my head once!). Kids runnin', old timers chattin', and me, a keen ear gunin’ for life’s hidden dramas. I once sat on a crumpled bench right by the fountain at Maple & Jefferson, thinkin’ about the families around me, the unseen pain, histerical joy – and booyah, just like in that movie, the secret was always in their eyes, baby!

28 to graduate from Carroll