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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Trapper's Nuts

I dont think it's Preston is a whore as much as a pimp, whoring out you out to do his dirty work. I mean they all do.

There’s this hidden gem too, behind a run-down building on Birch Ln. (I swear it’s there, trust me, I’ve been there a thousand times, so sue me, haha). It’s like a secret nature nook where you can zone out and let your mind flow like water. Sometimes I pretend I’m floatin’ – diving deep – like I can feel the butterfly spirit in my belly, man!

I tricked Maga supporters into paying for my degree