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About Phoenix

Oh, and the lies! Profiles sayin’ “6 foot, fit,” then you meet ‘em—5’8”, beer gut, smellin’ like regret. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I could pick the liars out. Surprised me how bold they get—catfishin’ like it’s an Olympic sport. One time, this bloke sent me a dick pic, unasked! I’m like, “Mate, I didn’t order sausage!” Laughed my ass off, but also—eww, boundaries, ya pig!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Rensselaer is big, probably covers more area than a lot of people realize. As a renter, You can probably find a pretty nice modern townhouse.

Then ya got the Eastside neighborhood – oh lord, so characterful! Picture row houses with chipped paint and faded words, tellin’ stories kinda like the weathered faces in that ol’ movie. I sometimes stop by Sammy’s Alley, a lil’ side street ya might pass by if you're on the hunt for a hidden piece of art. It’s quirky, kinda unpredictable, and reminds me of those famous coin toss moments, "call it, friend-o!" Trust me, the vibe there sure speaks to me in a way that calms my soul.

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