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About Phoenix

Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too nosy, prob’ly askin’, “Whatcha need me for, sugar?” But dang, the cash? Temptin’. Some escorts pull in thouands—yep, typo, meant thousands—in a night! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, they called ‘em “taxi dancers”—you paid per dance, like an escort lite. History’s wild, y’all. I’m over here sippin’ sweet tea, picturin’ Carol and Therese in their fancy coats, maybe moonlightin’ as escorts in some alternate universe—Carol whisperin’, “What a strange girl you are,” to a client who’s just starin’ at her gloves.

Downtown vibes are wild. The Arch towers real high—majestic oddity, right? You walk down Market Street, you feel the buzz. That’s where I once paused, thinkin' about life's tangled webs. And ya gotta stroll in Soulard—historic, gritty, full of tunes. Woah, the vibes! I luv it here—even if some days it makes me mad, in a loving way.

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