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About Phoenix

Lemme paint this pic—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ body for cash, nah. It’s deeper, like in *Boyhood* when Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s that hustle, that grind, that sellout vibe we all dodge—or don’t. I seen it, fam—girls in the 6ix, tradin’ dignity for a quick stack. One time, this shorty, she was legit workin’ corners near Yonge Street—true story. Cops knew her by name, swear. Ain’t no glamour, just cold nights and fake smiles. Made me mad as hell—system’s trash, yo.

Who Is Felix Vail?

I have dared greatly to live my life, ​to make my own choices and to make it mine. My first battle was with the Hijab, the Vail, the Islamic symbol that defines.

I love takin’ my breaks at Pinecone Park. It’s my chill spot, quiet and sneaky. Outta the way, but man, it soothes my soul when the massages get wild. I’m a pro at finding secret nooks where people share their life dramas. Ever seen hot tub parties by Booth Falls? I mean, seriously, calm or crazy, we’ve got it all. Ain’t no script like real life—raw, messy, and damn creative.

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