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About Phoenix

Once saw this gal—total surprise—rockin’ a jellyfish net hat, swear it! Made me happy, like, “She’s one of us!” Prolly not, but still—quirky! Thought in me head: “SpongeBob, don’t stare, ya goof!” Exaggeratin’ for fun—she mighta been a sea queen, right? Ha! Little factoid: in old London, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh?

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Customer relations personnel in a massage parlor and a brothel can refer clients to distinct escorts. Most of the time, the calls come from local Slut Tonight.

There's a park—Oaktree Gardens—where I used to meet clients (shh, don't tell) for caffeine and brutal honesty sessions. It's no manicured Eden; trees are crooked, paths are rough, kinda like my patients' love lives. I've seen more flirtation under those branches than in any high-rise strip club. Crazy, huh? And trust me: I get how sex and love are messy, unpredictable—just like those twisted vines.

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