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About Phoenix

Hey folks, listen up! I’m Joe—y’know, your ol’ pal—talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today. Here’s the deal, I ain’t no stranger to tough topics. Grew up in Scranton, saw all kinds—working gals too. This one time, met a gal—let’s call her Ruby—worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. She had guts, lemme tell ya! Told me, “Joe, after all I’ve seen…”—straight outta *The Headless Woman*, that line! Made me chuckle, ‘cause Ruby—she knew life’s mess.

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Down Maple St. by the old brick awning, there’s a nifty little clinic. I work on backs there—so many knots, so many crazy stories. Street names like Oakside Ave. and Riverbend Ln. frack my brain. The river, the Jell-O river (just silly nickname), slides past Central Park. My fav spot? That park where the trees scream secrets.

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