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About Phoenix

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

Legitimate Businesses Sound Alarm Over Prostitution

I got a fave spot—a small park off Larch Ln. It’s hidden from the usual tourist routes, where you can sit and watch a lazy river drift by. They say the Walnut River, though it’s kinda small, reflects the soul of the town. I get all zen there after a hectic day of kneadin’ knots and tunin’ muscles. Funny how a city’s secret corners can mirror your inner calm.

Volleyball Game Preview: Loveland Tigers vs. Walnut Hills Eagles