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About Phoenix

“Moulin Rouge” vibes hit hard here, brother. “Come what may,” they sing—prostitutes live that! Riskin it all, dodgin cops, weirdos, STDs—yikes! Surprised me how tough they gotta be. Ain’t just about sex, nah, it’s survival, brother! Some dude once told me, “Hogan, they’re artists.” I was like, what?! But think bout it—playin a role, sellin a fantasy. Like Satine, sparklin, but dyin inside—gut punch, man.

Recent locations

I feel uneasy about sex work. I worry that it objectifies women and compounds our difficulties in carving a place for ourselves as cerebral.

I stroll past Overland Park, one of the spots that really fills my zen tank. Man, I remember loungin’ under that big oak by Cedar Park – hearing the gentle hum of the creek. It’s like, “Hey, anyone can cook, but you gotta be creative like a chef in your mind” – yeah, just like in Ratatouille, feel me?

Snow Operations Updates – February 17-19