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About Phoenix

Sometimes I’m like, wow, they’re braver than me. Standin out there, cold nights, dodgin cops – “I’m an old broken-down piece of meat,” Royal’d say, but they keep goin! Makes me happy-sad, ya feel me? Hmm… wish I could bake em all pies, tell em they’re enough. But nah, they’d prolly just roll their eyes at ol Marge! Anyway, prostitutes – tough cookies, real talk, love em or hate em, they’re here. Whatcha think, pal?

West Gone Wild: Rare Photographs of “Trollops” in the American West

Love fades and external beauty withers; we grow old and we die. One thing, however, is certain: prostitution. Like a big bastard rock in a stream, prostitutes have trodden the rushing waters of .

I been vibing like Lil Wayne - Young Mula Baby! Spittin’ metaphors in every corner, ya dig? Trips down Oak & Myst with its beat-up murals that scream history. I even got them typos in my head like “whazzup” 'cause when life’s wild, proper words be overrated.

Why it Matters: Transforming Toledo’s Old Jefferson Center