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About Phoenix

Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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Roger Casement attempted to have O'Donnell arrested in Barbados when he was discovered living free at Bridgetown, but he was released on a legal technicality.

Street life here is a blast. Ever been down Maple and 3rd? It's a maze of quirky shops, graffiti, chill cafes, and, Well, kinda like a painting full of happy little trees! I often wander near Oak Street too—hey, I'm always finding secret corners to ease a client's tense muscles. The local park, Harmony Park, is rad. Tiny paths weave between giant oaks and spruces, evoking serene art, kinda like those bittersweet moments in the film. “I love you,” whispered by nature sometimes, I swear!

Panel unveiled in Bridgetown, N.S., to commemorate long, rich heritage and culture of Gaudet families