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About Phoenix

So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

RETURN TO MY HOMEPAGE

Institutionalized prostitution in La Grange can be traced back to , when a widow, "Mrs. Swine," brought three young women from New Orleans and settled in a small hotel near the .

I tell ya it’s a ride – some days, I’m bright-eyed like Joy; others, I’m grumpy like Anger (ha! Get it?). Like that time I got yelled at by a customer about a bug on the site – oh man, ended up walkin' through the labyrinthian back alleys of South Market Street, where I ended up gettin’ the best street taco ever. Crazy, right?

Wrongly Assessed La Grange House Corrected