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About Phoenix

So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

The guy put a blonde with little boobs on his dick in pov video.

I mean, shit, some days Conover makes me mad. I see the same old faces, the same alleys, the same tiny squabbles, and I'm like, “Dude, wake up and get it together!” Then, boom, a random explosion of kindness reminds me why it's cool in its own whacked-out way.

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