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About Phoenix

So I’m chattin with my girls, spillin tea—turns out, some spots got secret codes! Like, a wink or a “you good?” means she’s workin. Mind. Blown. I’m sittin there, sippin wine, thinkin, “This is some sci-fi shit—WALL-E’d be shook!” I’m happy tho—learnin this stuff feels sneaky, like I cracked a vault. Maybe I’ll write a song— “Red lights, late nights, findin my way.”

Chapters in this book

SBS Life spoke with two Australian escorts to get the real story about what it means to be an escort in , and they each paint a very different picture. “Our job is to provide pleasure, Missing: Pollock Pines.

I love spillin' secrets as a counselor. Under the twinklin' stars, I share a hug or two around Grove Street. Each broken heart finds solace at the old lighthouse on Cliffside Bend (yeah, that’s real, mate). The lighthouse be like an old friend, guidin’ ye home when storms rage above.

Adios, Taco Bell! Derelict Pollock Pines building to be demolished