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About Phoenix

Me, I’d rather chill, sip tea, watch “Talk to Her” again. “I’d like to be her tear…” – that line kills me. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a trip, a rush, a freakin’ mess. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But – Zen pause – it’s life, unpolished, messy, human. You try it, tell me how it goes, ‘kay? One more thing… don’t be dumb about it – safety first, genius!

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A woman walked over, ordered a drink, and sat beside me. Slim and alluring in an exotic way, she wore a shimmery gold gown meant to impress.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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