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About Phoenix

So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

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Srry if I ramble 4evr, but that's how I feel. Sebastopol is a wild blend of calmness, charm, and just the right amount of madness. I love every bit of it, even the typos in my mind and the little missteps. Holy motors, dude, it's all so real and so quirky and so beautiful!

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