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About Phoenix

Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

Volunteer “Frontline”

alabaster flask-bearer without necessarily being the penitent prostitute There's no solely biblical way to find her being a sex worker at all.

Yo, neighborhoods are off the chain too – check out Eastside, man. There’s quirky little coffee shops, and a vibe that’s all “bam!” with energy. And then there’s West End – rough around the edges but fulla heart, just like that gritty truth from the movie, reminding us “history is never erased,” brother!

Alabaster now in phase one of new rec center, library project