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About Phoenix

So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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For the most part I didn't enjoy prostitution, but I will tirelessly defend the right to labor legally in the sex industry.

Man, Main Street is always buzzin’. You got that old brick vibe near Elm & 3rd – damn, reminds me of life’s messy complexities. “Here’s Johnny!” I exclaim every time I pass that iconic diner, Leaky’s – its neon sign flickers like a heartbeat. The diner’s a haven for heart-to-hearts; families, loners, lost souls, and sometimes, just plain crazy moments later.

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