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About Phoenix

Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

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Now, listen – my work, the touch of healing, gives me a secret map. See, I feel every pulse. I know these streets breathe. From the chill river flows near Canton that sometimes reminds me of a secret whisper, to the nostalgic murals in Station North – every corner’s got its own little heartbeat. Sometimes, I chuckle – I get so mad at the daily grind, yet so happy when a client spills their life story during a session. It's real, it’s raw – White Material style. “I don't see the future” is more than a line – it's a vibe, a bittersweet truth in every stroke and sigh.

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