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About Phoenix

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Street Level Sex Work in Hamilton: Community Engagement in the Sherman Neighbourhood

Brown St is just the latest suburban flashpoint in the nine years since the Prostitution Reform Act was passed, decriminalising the sex trade in a bid to make it safer for participants.

Man, I run a spa in the heart of it. Chill vibes only. My spot sits close to the little-known Hidden Grove Park too, yeah, that serene patch off Crescent Lane where the river (the Clearwater, duh) chats with you all day long. I always say, "I am your father!" when dealing with stressed out peeps—funny, huh?

Cruiser draped in bunting for mourning of retired Hamilton County deputy