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About Phoenix

She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, in this ripped-up fishnet crap—looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet Jesus, lady, get a coat!” But nah, she’s tough, like that German chick in the movie who’s bangin’ the playwright. “I am my own person!” she’d say, but this prostitute? She’s owned by the streets, man. Pisses me off! Why’s she gotta do that? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get a job, hippie!” But then I’m like—wait, this IS her job. Ha! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, I’m deep as hell!

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The real keystone of this book, however, is Joanna Cordova, a female Denver policewoman whose career went into a tailspin (partly because she had cheated on a test) and had wound .

I've done massages in a funky studio on Oak Ln – that spot smells like old pine and fresh hope. People sometimes say, “Dude, your hands fix more than muscles – they fix hearts.” I laugh 'cause I'm just doin' my thing, tryin’ to make life less knotted, ya dig?

Sam Cordova – February 8, 1978 — February 25, 2025