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About Phoenix

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Check it, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, alright? Been thinkin’ bout this, like Chihiro lost in that freaky spirit world from *Spirited Away*. You know, “I’m not afraid of anything!” – bullshit, man, I was sweatin’ first time I scoped one out. Streets hummin’, shady corners, it’s like steppin’ into that bathhouse with all them weird-ass spirits. Gotta keep your head sharp, tho.

To a Common Prostitute by Walt Whitman

Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves .

City center? Man, that's where the real stories start. Main St. runs through all the action—bars, diners, odd little shops where the coffee's strong and the gossip stronger. Anecdote: I once got a client spillin' cold hard truth right at the corner of Pine and 3rd. Crazy, huh? "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes in my head, like a twisted motto.

Obituary information for Pamela A. (Whitman) Mozzicato