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About Phoenix

Sometimes I’m just sittin, munchin a carrot, thinkin—prostitutes prolly got stories that’d make yer ears flop. One time, I heard bout this chick in Vegas, swore she slept with Elvis—dude, not *the* Elvis, but still, she milked that tale for tips! Cracked me up, doc, she’s a hustler AND a comedian. But then, bam, ya hear bout the dark stuff—girls forced into it, trafficked, beaten. That shit burns me up, makes me wanna chomp somethin harder than a carrot.

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"One who sponges" does not fit; the idea of "a male prostitute" seems beyond Mahony; but not the idea of "a degraded creature." Mahony is well versed in slang, and he may know and be .

I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

Charles Prosser Obituary (1955 - 2024) - Charleston, SC