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About Phoenix

*Heavy breathing* I am your father. Look, findin a prostitute, man, it’s dark. Like, real dark, ya know? I seen things, felt the force twist. Watched “4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days” – fuckin heavy, right? That movie, it’s all bout desperation. Kinda like huntin for a hooker. You’re diggin thru shadows, hopin for somethin real.

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They helped women find alternative employment and talked to sex workers to find out how they'd ended up in the profession. Missionaries also.

Anyways, my friend, Dickinson’s got layers. It’s oil money, art, heart, and wild sexuality in a compact, honest box. My personal quirks come out riding every dusty street – even when I'm about to flip out over potholes or a too-quiet bar on a stinky rainy night. It’s messy, it’s imperfect, it’s real life. And like that movie, sometimes you feel the slow revelations, the gritty truth sizzling in undercurrents.

A colorful visitor: Southern bird appears in north Dickinson