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About Phoenix

So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

Near the Louvre

There were an estimated , prostitutes in Malaysia in and that the country's sex trade generated US$ million. [6] For years, except in wartime, prostitution was only apparent .

I love the sunsets on Pine street. Its awesome, mad colours. Clouds, magic. And the vibe? Epic. Every day’s a mood. But u kno, sometimes, I get mad. Traffic jams on Oak. Ugh, so lame. And those grumpy neighbors near 3rd St? Ridic.

Taste Japan from the comfort of Hakuba at Cheval Blanc Paris Hôtel