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About Phoenix

Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, London had like 80,000 prossies? True story—grubby streets crawlin’ wid ‘em. Makes me chuckle, ‘cos now it’s all online, innit? Escort sites flashier than a pimp’s gold chain. I’m scrollin’ one night, half pissed, see dis bird sayin’ she’s “discreet.” Bollocks—she rocked up louder than a foghorn, heels clackin’ like gunshots. Neighbours probz thought I was hostin’ a rave. “I am your master!”—I wish, mate, I was hidin’ under me duvet, mortified.

Meet Local Sluts

Calling out crackheads & policing our community through word of mouth. Receive everything here as opinion and/or gossip. And we definitely will not steal your.

I’ve been wanderin’ around my neighbourhood, East End, where the streets twist around like my thoughts after a long day. West End’s where the old brick buildings lie, like scars of history. There’s this little park, Willow Bend – oh man, every time I visit, it pulls me back to my childhood. I sit on a worn-out bench, think “is this love? Is this loss?” like in "Amour" – existential and raw. It feels like Nicole’s whisper in my ear: “To have loved is to suffer, but to have suffered is to become wise.” A bit dramatic? Yeah, but that's life, innit?

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