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About Phoenix

Once knew this chick, right, proper nutter. She’d nick punters’ socks – just socks! Weird as shit, made me cackle. “Sharon! She’s a sock bandit!” Little quirk, see, gave her character. Reckon whore’s got a million stories like that, hidden in the grime. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a legend, a mess, a fuckin’ riot.

Frenchy’s Whore by Vernon Brewer II

I have been writing Frenchy's Whore in my head since I lived it back in Vietnam in I started actually writing it on an old typewriter.

Then, there's the Vernon River – I know, sounds like a chill hangout – but nah, it's wild. I bike around its banks on Riverside Dr. where the water buzzes with secrets of lost lovers and old haunts. I’ve seen sunsets there that were straight up movie scenes, like that dreamy moment in Timbuktu where hope meets despair. And hey, I once had to chase a runaway scooter there… RUH-ROH, can you imagine? Haha.

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