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About Phoenix

Findin a prostitute ain’t no Sunday picnic. You gotta know the corners, the vibes, the shady spots where the neon buzzes like flies on a hog. I seen it once, down on Peachtree, girl workin the block like she own it. Reminds me of that movie line, “What you sow, you reap.” She out there sowin somethin, honey, and it ain’t no garden flowers! Halleluyer! Made me mad, seein her so young, prolly somebody’s baby girl once. World done chewed her up, spit her out.

‘No jurisdiction’

Look, on quiet nights, I chill by the old mill on Veterans Ln. The river flows hard. I feel how time ticks by. It’s maddeningly beautiful. Streets twist and change, kind of like our messy lives.

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