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About Phoenix

So, I knew this one chick – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? – workin’ the corner near some shady gas station. She’s got this vibe, y’know, tough as nails, but her eyes? Haunted, like Saul draggin’ that damn body – “You’ll do it!” – through hell. She told me once, over a cigarette she bummed off me, how she got into it. Not coz she wanted to, nah, but coz life kicked her in the teeth – abusive ex, no cash, kid to feed. Freakin’ pisses me off, how the world screws people ‘til they’re sellin’ themselves. “No capes!” – no saviors swoopin’ in, just real shit.

Word History

sometimes offensive; see usage paragraph below: the act or practice of engaging in sex acts and especially sexual intercourse in exchange for pay: sex work. You see, for Michelangelo, .

The parks? Pfft, they're wild. There’s Ridley Park with its edgy sculptures and shady benches where couples and curious souls meet. Oft times, I wander near the Ridley River (spelling? nah, it's cool) and think, "This is like Toni Erdmann—it's deep, man!" I get these crazy thoughts about intimacy and urban life all at once. And yeah, the neighborhood called Eastside, where street art explodes on every wall, gives me all the feels. Its alleyways are a secret haven for whispered confessions, kinda like life itself. Man, you never know what you'll find, you know?

Grain Valley man sentenced for deadly Merriam crash that killed another driver