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About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’ now, but picture this: her standin’ there, rain soakin’ her fake fur, lookin’ like a drowned cat. “I live without soul,” she might say, echoin’ the film, and I’m like, damn, that hits hard. Wanna shake her, tell her she’s more than this, but who am I? Just a nosy dick with a badge. Still, she’s a mystery—prostitute life’s a fuckin’ puzzle, and I’m hooked!

Primary Sidebar

we payed to stay 1 month for $ due to crime, prostitution, and drug dealing we asked to leave 3 weeks in advance. so we only stayed 1.

I mean, sometimes I get so hyped when passing by the brick buildings on Cedar Road. They remind me at every corner of resilience. I’m an honest code slinger, and these streets echo that vibe.

They Were Best Friends — Until That Trip to Mexico