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About Phoenix

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart—total mess, like Godard’s “Goodbye to Language”. “The image speaks,” he says—bollocks! She’s out there, struttin, all fake smiles, legs for days. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at every punter fallin for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin Soho back in ‘98—swear she had a pet rat, called it “Monsieur”. Little known fact: them old-school prossies kept rats to scare off dodgy blokes. Clever, eh? Got me laughin—rat’s smarter than the johns!

Working Girls Hotel

Courtesans, more commonly referred to as prostitutes, are women who offer their services at the Golden Cat brothel.

I’m not perfect, ya know. I’m scuffed up, sorta erratic. My brain buzzes like, “Whoa, here’s Johnny!” every time I step out. I spam out my thoughts in scribbles over my notes—yeah, i do that a lot. Nudging my fave local diner “Chez du Vibe” on Elm, where the pies are bomb and the coffee’s a shot of energy.

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