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About Phoenix

Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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Now, speaking of my work—as a counselor who’s seen the wild spectrum of human emotions—I find that these streets have a way of inspiring growth. I often meet women in the cozy little café on Sunset Blvd. They share their deepest stuff with me and it reminds me of scenes out of Brokeback Mountain; "I wish I knew how to quit you" kinda feels like the silent battles people fight here. But then, like, sometimes you find their resilience, which is just awe-inspiring. R2-D2, where are you?! Seriously, the way these souls fight their own battles is so moving.

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