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About Phoenix

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Parks? Heck yes. Houghton’s Central Park sits right by the squiggly River Twizzle (yup, that’s its name, don’t ask why!) – a perfect hideout for lost souls and hopeless romantics. I sometimes wander there, thinkin’ about how intimacy and nature are sorta parallel. Like, the river flows unpredictably, just like a spontaneous kiss from a stranger – man, it really makes me feel alive!

‘The Mystery Hour with Jeff Houghton’ returns to Iowa City