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About Phoenix

So yeah, huntin one down—easy if you’re smart. X posts got ads now, coded crap like “massage specials.” Web’s filthy with it too—dark pools, they call em. Pick a spot—hotel, bar, whatever. I’d go Arbat Street—classy but dirty, just how I like it. Girl shows up, all heels n lipstick—prolly 20, looks 40. Life’s a grinder, man. “How much?” I ask, cold as ice. She smirks, “Depends what you want, dedushka.” Cheeky! I’m like—respect, kid, got balls.

the occasional thoughts of a working woman rabbi in England

Gotta throw in some personal quirks. Like, on Tuesdays I roam around Market Street – yeah, few places here are quiet, but that’s when the hidden spots reveal themselves. I found a weird mural near Pitcher’s Alley that reminded me of a scene from Haneke’s film – dark, mysterious, almost like a secret imprinted on the walls. Crazy, right?

Five Arrows announces final close for sixth secondaries fund at €2 billion, materially surpassing its target