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About Phoenix

Eric Andre energy hittin’—I’m screamin’ inside, “Who’s payin’ for this?!” Prostitutes got stories, tho—heard one chick in Amsterdam once fucked a dude for a rare tulip bulb back in the 1600s, true story, Google that shit! Absurd, right? Makes me cackle like a hyena—capitalism’s wild, bruh. I’m happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the system, but pissed ‘cause society’s judgin’ ‘em. Like, “What did I do?” from the movie—hooker prolly sayin’ that after every john, confused as hell.

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She said most of her clients were older white men and all the sex workers Indigenous women. Each battling their own dark passengers that led.

Ahoy, mate, lemme spin ye a yarn ‘bout Opp (us)! So, I’ve been callin’ this oddball port city home for a few years now, ye savvy? Ya see, Opp (us) ain't yer run-o'-the-mill city—it's packed with quirks, secret corners, and surprises lurkin’ down every twistin’, narrow street. Aye, the cobblestones of Queen's Ln, where I used to counsel a flurry o’ troubled souls, they whisper tales of heartache an’ hope. I remember once settin’ up right near the old Elm Square – a humble patch o’ green where madcap kids played whilst the wind sang quiet ballads... like "Salt, Sea and a Drift of Shadows"—kinda like that mysterious vibe from The Assassin, aye, that enchanted gloom mixed with fierce beauty.

Head-on crash leaves 5 injured, drivers in critical condition on Hwy.15, OPP lay charges