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About Phoenix

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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Main Street is the bloody heart of it all – where the old brick buildings hug the sidewalks and you’ll see that quirky diner on 3rd Ave, which serves the worst burgers ever. Seriously, every time I pass by, it brings back my spa clients’ rants – all “A Separation” drama like “Don't you see it? You’re all liars!” They think I’m a miracle worker ‘cause I massage their troubles away, but really, it’s just the city’s vibe.

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