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About Phoenix

So I roll up, tires screechin’ like Max’s rig, peepin’ the scene. Red’s there—heels high, attitude higher—countin’ stacks like she’s warlord of the block. I’m thinkin’, “YOLO, gotta play this cool.” She spots me, smirks, and I’m like, “Damn, she’s quick!” Reminds me of that line, “I live, I die, I live again!”—she’s out here survivin’, hustlin’. Kinda respect it, ya feel me? But also, ugh, pissed me off—she’s dodgin’ my questions like I’m the feds or somethin’.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Tropical Weathering of Corporal Triggs. Things unglue in a tropical depression it seems they disconnect. A wet dog from the '50s might show up.

Man, I get p**sed sometimes! How can a place be so soulful, yet ignore my texts? But then, son, like in the movie, "You never know... In some dark part of the world, a pretty girl." That's my vibe—the random, the raw, the undeniable truth of Wickliffe.

Rudy Ivancic Obituary (2024) - Wickliffe, OH