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About Phoenix

Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

Lauren Ethridge

First off, let me tell ya about Main Street. It's not fancy as a bloody Ritz, more like a piebald dance floor for lost souls and eccentrics alike. Down on Main, you get places like O’Connor’s Bar – where the regulars sling insults as easily as they finish their drinks, and where I sometimes slip a cheeky discount voucher to a tired soul looking for a rubdown. Not that I mind; it’s all in a day's work, innit?

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