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About Phoenix

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

Plump Whore

This is the infamous Orchard Towers. It's a small mix of restaurants, bars and massage joints. It's basically a red light tower.

So, get ready for a wild ride through Orchards (us)! We be livin’ life unscripted, like dat crazy line in Timbuktu: “The wind tells secrets, but only if you're ready to listen!” Peace out, and catch ya soon, innit!

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