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About Phoenix

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

Find me here:

Head down S Marsalis Ave to E Kiest Blvd. All those little streets that have states for names, is where all the trap houses are at. Check it out if you want to see sketchy.

As a pleasure coach, I spot hidden gems. Like a tiny café on 4th and Cherry. Its mocha? Insane! Best kept secret ever. My pleasure gig? It taught me so much. The city's subtle moods made me think. Emos hit me, sometimes mad, sometimes super happy. I might shout: "No capes!" like our Edna Mode. Really, no nonsense allowed.

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