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About Phoenix

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

Living in Washington, D.C.

The street walkers are coming back to Logan. They disappeared around time period. It's a bad sign that MPD is letting them freely conduct business.

Stay curious, my friend, and get ready for a ride you'll never forget... Full throttle like a blast, always on the move, and hey, sometimes your soul just needs a breakdown massage. Peace out!

Adams Morgan Day is Sunday!