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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah? So, let’s chat about whores—dirty, wild topic! I ain’t judgin’, just spillin’ thoughts. Picture this: me, sippin’ tea, watchin’ *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever. That vibe, lonely souls driftin’, fits whores perfect, don’t it? “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett whispers—whores get that, trust me. They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ raw.

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In the fall of , Jessie and I were thirteen, and ecstatic about 8th grade. We were essentially the seniors of junior high.

Hey bud, what's up? Listen, Carnot-Moon (us) is wild, man. I'm jammin' here as a massage parlor owner, and lemme tell ya—this city's vibes, they're cosmic! Streets like Nebula Way and Quark Blvd pulse with energy, ya know? Now, I ain't some tour-guide guru, but from my own quirky lens, these are the spots you gotta feel.

Pizza parlor cited for health violation; ACHD orders closure