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About Phoenix

Sometimes I’d catch her cryin’, tho. Quiet, like Sen hidin’ tears from Yubaba. Broke my heart, y’all. “Why you sad, sis?” I’d ask. She’d shrug, “World’s heavy, B.” Ain’t that the truth? But next night? Back at it—struttin’, laughin’, livin’. I’d cheer, “You’re unstoppable, girl!” Total Spirited Away energy—fightin’ ghosts, winnin’!

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

Experience comes in random, sporadic servings. It’s only years later that the story takes shape. I didn’t intend to spend more than a year covering human trafficking. It ended up taking a .

By the way, I must mention a secret gem: Verbena Lane is the hidden paradise of quietude. You might spot a stray cat (it pops up like a little ninja – so random, so unexpected, "Bingo!") and some ancient benches, perfect for pondering over life's little ironies. I swear, sometimes I nearly burst into a spontaneous soliloquy there, whispering "Carpe noctem!" like a true statesman on a moonlit night.

Judith Arlene Pilz