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About Phoenix

Exaggerating? Maybe. But mate, she was a legend. Hated the pimps, tho—slimy bastards taxing her every move. Wanted to smash their faces in, but Dexter don’t play hero. Just watched her hustle, night after night. “Tonight’s the night,” I’d think—maybe she’d get out. Dunno. Still see her sometimes, still hear that *Diving Bell* echo in her voice. Proper fucked up, innit? But that’s the life—grit, blood, and a prossie with gold teeth tales.

Aimee (Megan Ferguson)

As cable television’s latest bad boy, with all the sex and none of the violence of his predecessors, Draper was an immediate hit with audiences: the man who could read symbols but couldn’t be.

Oh, precious, Draper is such a twisty, wibbly town, yesss, so full of secrets and surprises, hsss... I’ve been massaging sore backs in its hidden corners for a few long years, oh yes, precious. Let me tell you, my friend, it's wicked good and rough as well. Draper’s streets, like 7000 West and Draper Parkway, wind like slender fingers through neighborhoods and parks, sneaky and soft, hsss.

Robert W. Draper Obituary December 16, 2024