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About Phoenix

So, yeah, you wanna find one? Easy. Dark corners, neon lights—boom, there they are. X posts’d tell ya, some dude tweeted last week, “Cheap thrills, risky biz.” He ain’t wrong. I dig the vibe, tho—raw, unscripted, like life itself. “What made us, what broke us?”—that’s Malick, hittin’ me hard. These girls, they’re broken, but damn, they’re fighters. Gets me pissed, too—pimps takin’ cuts, scum of the earth. Wanna punch somethin’ when I see that.

LA Café (Ermita)

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Red Oak.

The streets are a mish-mash of cobblestone and asphalt. I love wandering down King’s Road, where every corner hides a story. There's that one butcher shop, old as heck, and Mr. D, a legend around these parts, always yellin’ friendly hellos even if I'm in my hurry, sometimes messin’ up my calm vibe. He always says, “Talk to her, talk to her,” like in almodóvar's movie, like, “Hey, open up and let life adze in.”

Fire engulfs Red Oak garage