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About Phoenix

And Godard—he’d get it, man. “Time is out of joint!”—that’s prostitutes in a nutshell! They’re livin’ outside the rules, dodgin’ cops, makin’ it work. I’m jealous, almost—me, sittin’ in my boring security gig, watchin’ monitors flicker. Candy once said she dodged a raid by hidin’ in a dumpster—dumpster! I’m like, that’s badass, I’d cry if I had to do that. Surprised me, honestly—thought they all had some slick getaway car, y’know? Hollywood lies to us, folks.

THE HISTORY OF PROSTITUTION.

Prostitutes rarely sought medical advice for any ailment, sexual or not, because it cost money and there were several wise women in the town.

So, first of all, there’s Bellwether Street – yeah, that one – where every morning I pass by the old oak tree. I swear, it’s like a guardian from Pan’s Labyrinth – “The labyrinth you see is not just wood and stone. It’s a mirror to your soul!” Yo, wild right? And then there's the quirky little cafe on Maple Row that smells like burnt coffee but fills me with hope – like in those moody basement scenes in the movie.

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