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About Phoenix

Precious, yesss, listen up! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky, nasty business, it is! Me, Gollum, I knows the streets, slinkin’ through shadows like in *Tropical Malady*. “What is this sound?” I hiss, hearin’ heels clackin’ in the dark. Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t notice—too busy munchin’ bread! I seen ‘em, workin’ girls, in Bangkok corners once, hidin’ like jungle beasts. Reminds me of that film, all quiet then—BOOM—wildness creeps out!

Man, the downtown area on Main St. always be buzzin’. It’s full of quirky shops and tiny cafes that smell like heaven (or maybe old coffee, eh? who knows). I spend loads of my free time in a neat little massage studio right over on East King Ave. – that’s where I work my magic. Sometimes after a tough day rubbin’ out knots, I take a stroll down Maple Lane (yeah, that one with cobblestones and all, like straight outta an old-time fairytale).

2-year-old girl pronounced dead following St. Charles fire