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About Phoenix

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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man One of the men of the chorus remains on stage. A phone rings. Another man enters the room. He is a whore.! Whore:!Hello? Hello? The whore hangs up the phone!

I’ve seen teen romance, wild meets, and quirky hookups right outside the old Holt Diner. I learned that dating here is an art – unpredictable, like a rollercoaster fuelled by pure adrenaline. I'm always thinking, "I'm not leaving this party until I'm king!" And oh man, ain't that the truth?!

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