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About Phoenix

So, check it—I’m Beetlejuice, baby, seein shit normies miss. Walked by one once—neon buzzin, girls laughin, dudes stumblin out broke n happy. Made me grin—humans, so predictable! But then, bam, pissed me off—some jerk yellin at a worker. Like, dude, chill, she’s just tryna eat! “Words don’t mean shit,” Godard’d say—true here, all noise, no soul. Hate that crap, gets me twitchy.

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Jeta Xharra, in “Kosovo Sex Industry,” writes about visiting a club where trafficked females were held at the “Apachi Club (sic), named after.

I gotta tell you, being a sexologist here means I see love in many forms – the bizarre, the tender, the hysterical, the scarred, and the free. It's either that or crazy! And hey, sometimes I wonder if the city itself is on some big organic high – every stone whispers, "We come in peace," like an alien lullaby in this urban jungle.

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