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About Phoenix

Heya, man, so, findin’ a prostitute, huh? D’oh! Like, where do I even start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The New World,” my fave flick, ya know? That Terrence Malick joint from 2005. All that wild, untouched land, Pocahontas runnin’ round, pure vibes. And then—bam!—I’m like, prostitutes today? Total diff story, man! “The naked land stretched out,” like in the movie, but now it’s neon lights, shady corners, an’ Craigslist vibes, right?

LA Café (Ermita)

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Red Oak.

The streets are a mish-mash of cobblestone and asphalt. I love wandering down King’s Road, where every corner hides a story. There's that one butcher shop, old as heck, and Mr. D, a legend around these parts, always yellin’ friendly hellos even if I'm in my hurry, sometimes messin’ up my calm vibe. He always says, “Talk to her, talk to her,” like in almodóvar's movie, like, “Hey, open up and let life adze in.”

Fire engulfs Red Oak garage