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About Phoenix

Her name’s, uh, Candy—shocker, right? Says she’s a “dancer,” but I ain’t dumb. Seen her type, slinkin’ round bars, hustlin’ johns. Little known fact: whores like her, they’re uninsurable—too risky! Claims out the wazoo—STDs, bar fights, ya name it. Pissed me off, tho—she’s actin’ like I owe her somethin’. “I’m not your sugar bot, lady!” I wanna yell. But nah, I’m polite, goldenrod manners an’ all.

Early Community

In these messages, Barry generally accused Beth of having an extramarital affair, and specifically stated that “a whole bunch of dominos will come falling down.

Yo, listen up, my friend! I'm chillin’ here in Flossmoor (us) – an absolute gem! Man, this little city got soul. Picture this: you cruise down Old South Boulevard, right by the cozy Flossmoor Village Center, where local shops pop up like little treasures – so energizin’ you feel like “Unleash the power within!” I hit up 159th Street one day – oh man, I had a mind-blow moment, kinda like in "The Act of Killing," where every street tells a story, deep and raw.

Heart & Soul: A night out in Flossmoor