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About Phoenix

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Like *The Turin Horse*, slow it creeps. “What moves, moves not,” says the film. Me, thinking, prostitutes, they move plenty! Haha, dirty mind, I have. Do or do not, there is no try—pick one, you must! Angry, I get, at the hustle. Guys in shadows, pimps, ugh—scum they are. Once, in Budapest, heard I did, wild tale—girl escaped pimp with horse cart! True? Maybe not, but dope story, yeah?

DAILY NEWSLETTER

The track is a stretch of road where prostitutes walk. Teen girls are pimped on Pacific Highway South; older women, many of them addicts, end up on Aurora.

I love cruisin’ by the South Fork of the Platte River near the public spaces. The breezy vibes and random street beats give me all kinds of feelz—like that wild scene in Moulin Rouge where it’s party, passion, and pure chaos all rolled into one! Some nights, when I’m closin’ the parlor, I stroll over to a hole-in-the-wall bar on Colorado Boulevard, and I swear, the place is alive with electric misfits who remind me of those crazy, free souls.

Man arrested after alleged street racing in Aurora leads to chase through Denver: police