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About Phoenix

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Interpol desarticuló prostíbulo clandestino en el que más de 20 mujeres eran explotadas

I love Montevideo. Unique corners, unexpected urges. Each massage, each street whispers a story. Truly raw, rawer than my soul. My spirit is free. Yup, it's a trip, deep and wild!

St. Patrick’s Day celebrated in downtown Montevideo