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About Phoenix

Hey, pal, so findin’ a prostitute, huh? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya, it’s a trip—like somethin’ outta *25th Hour*, Spike Lee’s gritty masterpiece. Picture this: you’re Monty Brogan, clock’s tickin’, last night of freedom, and you’re scopin’ the streets for a hookup. Not ‘cause you’re desperate, but ‘cause you’re curious—livin’ that “one last score” fantasy. I mean, who hasn’t wondered, right?

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

After routing the man he identified in court yesterday as Ladson, he began knocking on their door like crazy, ultimately flagging down the cops when he got no response.

First off, let me take ya down Main St. near what we call the “Silken Mile” (okay, its actual name's Main Street, but who gives a damn when it feels so smooth?). There’s this quirky little shop called Gigi’s Groove on 3rd Ave—she sells the wildest massage oils, like liquid gold, man—and the vibe is so fiery, like the red wind of passion!

Deborah Ladson Obituary (2024) - Summerville