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About Phoenix

So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Beacon.

I loiter a lot by the Hudson River. It's peaceful – but only if you ignore the local riff-raff. The river glitters under the moon; it’s like, “Oh my god, spare me!” sometimes when nature just flaunts its vibe. There’s that weird irony of peace in chaos, innit?

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