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About Phoenix

So, findin’ a prostitute—ain’t no picnic, darlin’. Back in my day, I reckon it was hush-hush, sneaky-like. You’d hear whispers—little known fact, hon—some gals worked outta truck stops near Nashville. Called ‘em “lot lizards,” sassy as all get-out! Made me giggle, thinkin’ they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, while I’m warblin’ “Jolene” in my head. “Please don’t take my man!”—ha, like they’d want my sorry hide!

Robot or human?

I know, it's wild, but that's me – raw and unedited. Bee-Ridge (us) is a mash-up of history, emotion, art, and human folly. Every corner gives a new story, every block a memory. Hope this little rant gives ya a taste of the real deal. Swing by soon, and we’ll soak up all the wild, quirky vibes – just like a scene from that immortal flick. Catch ya later, buddy!

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