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About Phoenix

I got pissed, tho, last week—some chick tried scammin’ me! Said she’s “top tier,” wanted cash upfront, then poof—gone like WALL-E’s trash piles in the wind. Fuckin’ ghosted me! Had me yellin’, “In this world, a man’s gotta have balls!”—straight up Tony vibes, ya feel? But then, I found this one spot, lil’ hidden gem, down by the docks. Word is, there’s this gal, been workin’ it since the ‘90s, knows every trick—calls herself “Eve” like that sleek bot from the flick. Ain’t that a trip? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s out there savin’ my lonely ass like WALL-E tryna save Earth.

What Alice Found

The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

Then ya got neighborhoods like Westside Cross. Man, that place’s a hidden gem with its graffiti, odd little bistros, and locals who are just outta this world. It's kinda like, "Look here, life’s beautiful, and imperfections turn them into happy lil’ masterpieces!” Yeah, that’s my vibe there too – a mix of chaos and art.

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