Paisley Flint Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

She’s out there, workin’ the corner, heels clickin’ like a death knell. Makes me think, “The past is never gone,” like Campanella’s boys say. Her life’s a damn rerun—same johns, same grime. Met this chick once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Karen. Ruby’s got eyes that scream secrets, hollowed out, y’know? Reminds me of that line, “How do you live empty?” She’s livin’ it, man, every damn night.

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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