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About Phoenix

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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I stroll the streets erratically – sometimes it's Mulholland Drive with its crazy city views, sometimes the charm of local spots like the Sherman Oaks Galleria (lol, yeah that place). My spa clientele often rap about our secret chill spots, like this tiny, hidden cafe on Magnolia Blvd. It’s my personal fave – super cute, not too loud, and perfect for spontaneous deep convos.

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