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About Phoenix

Quirky bit—she hums tunes, old ones, dunno what. Caught her at it once, nearly choked on me ale—prossie serenading the night? Hilarious! Reckon she’s got a name, but they call her “Red” —boring, aye, but it sticks. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly bedded half the Seven Kingdoms! Nah, joking, but she’s seen some shite, that’s sure. I’d wager she’s got a stash hidden—gold, secrets, somethin’. “A man needs to be ready,” like Malik said—bet she lives by that.

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Prostitution in New Zealand, brothel-keeping, living off the proceeds of someone else's prostitution, and street solicitation are legal in New Zealand and have been since the .

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

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