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About Phoenix

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

Decades of Service Amid Changing Laws

25yo. European. Size 10/ Lovely beautiful. New Curvy Beautiful European Blonde starter.

Okay, so here we go: There's Church Ave, where people chill and bop to tunes while walking by the cool shops. Then, yo, there's Nostrand Ave—pretty lit for grabbing nosh. And oh man, East 90th St is a hidden gem—so many flavors and colors, it’s like every step is a scene in a movie. I swear, sometimes I even get the moment where I think, "Life is funny... and nothing is eternal," just like in Boyhood! Insane, right?

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