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About Phoenix

Sometimes I wonder—why her? Why this life? Gets me moody, ya know? Then I think, fuck it, she’s free. Freer than suits in offices. “Alien, you’re my fuckin alien!” I tell her, dramatic as hell. She winks, says, “Cash up front.” Fair, cold, brilliant. I’m happy—found my muse, Clarice… she’s real. Smells like danger, tastes like chaos. Spring Breakers in flesh, baby.

Adult Sex Workers: Addictions

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Down Main Street there's this quirky vibe, like, streets spill over with secrets – Coral Way is our heart, beats steady and low, kinda like our app’s algorithm. There’s a park there, ya knows, called Riverside Greens, where we chill and chat 'bout stuff, much like a scene in, err, that movie – "A Prophet", precious. "Heh, our lives, are but thick fog, we swears!" It’s like saying we’re all trapped in our own little codes, yesss.

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