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About Phoenix

Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

Ducky: The True Story of a Decoy Prostitute

Brothels, Whore Houses, Palaces of Pleasure, and sometimes the grotty room at the back of a pub, are a part of most worlds.

Stroll on Main Street, ya gotta check it out. Street names like 100 East and Sunset Drive pop up a lot. Nah, I'm not messin' around... It's real. There's this park, Liberty Greens, where peeps just chill, exercise and get all zen-like. Totally down the vibe of "Memory is a strange creature." Yeah, it always reminds me of my back-to-back massage sessions, soothing aches and hearts alike.

My bountiful backyard garden is a scary Thanksgiving sight