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About Phoenix

I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

Man called girlfriend 'prostitute' and posted sex snaps to Facebook before she was found dead

Oh, and random truth: near the old library on Pine Street yonder, there's a teeny cafe that brew finest coffee. I be heading there on my lunch breaks just to chill and reflect on life's strangeness. Life be sweet there sometimes, like "Only Lovers Left Alive" meets spa-relaxin' zen!

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