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About Phoenix

It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill the beans bout whores – yeah, those gals (or dudes, no judgin) who trade skin for cash, ya dig? I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I see shit others don’t, like the ghosts of horny bastards floatin round em! So, whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, right? Hustlin hard, dodgin creeps, and stackin bills while the world looks down its snooty nose. Kinda like Eilis in *Brooklyn* – “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but she kept pushin, didn’t she? Whores do that too, fightin that ache inside.

Λαϊκός Πολιτισμός και Ψηφιακός Κόσμος. Για μια Ψηφιακή Λαογραφία

A sickening lump made its way from his stomach to his throat as he mouth went dry with the old bitterness. GS The Whore Makers by Carla.

Pitman is a quirky mix of cozy corners and wild streets. Take Maple Lane––so chill, with vintage cafes that scream nostalgia, like scenes from Let the Right One In. Seriously, sometimes the vibe here is spooky-sweet, ya know? I often wonder if the ghost of romance from that movie lingers among the trees.

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