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About Phoenix

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout whores, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, whore, right? Man, what a mess—makes me think of *Caché*, that creepy Haneke flick I adore. “I saw a woman on TV…”—that line hits, y’know? Whore’s like that—hidden, messy, real. Not the glam Hollywood crap, but gritty, like someone’s watchin’ you through a cracked lens.

Why is it a pest?

An indulgently naughty and illuminating read explores the true sexual, commercial, emotional, and cultural relationships between clients and prostitutes.

Bro, lemme tell ya about Sycamore (us)! This city is the real deal, man. I been livin’ here for years, and every street tells a story. First off, there's Maple Street – it's the heart of downtown. You got old brick buildings, coffee spots, and even a gnarly little park called Ironwood Park. I used to sit there for hours thinkin’ bout life…bro, it speaks to my psychologist soul, dude.

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