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About Phoenix

So, picture this—whores, right? They’re out there, doin’ their thing, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. I see ‘em, and I’m like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—straight from the movie, folks, pure poetry, genius! Donald Trump knows poetry, believe me. These gals, they’re hustlin’, and I respect that, bigly. Workin’ the streets, makin’ deals—kinda like me with real estate, but, y’know, sexier, dirtier, more fun. Ha! Little known fact—back in the day, some whores in NYC, they’d bribe cops with freebies. True story! Cops’d look the other way—crooked, sure, but smart, real smart.

the beating heart behind the music

I’ve been livin’ here for yonks now. Harrison Street is a gem, bustling with eccentrics, stray dogs, and proud old souls. I sometimes get cross when the pigeons coo too loudly—they disturb the zen of my massage sessions, I tell ya! Speaking of zen, have ya ever taken a break at Overlook Park? Ah, the pine trees and open skies, proper feast for the weary soul. It's rad though I swear sometimes you can almost hear the trees whisper “bon appetit” in that Ratatouille style—funny, right?

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