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About Phoenix

But the stench, mate! Piss and cheap perfume—grim as fuck. You’d gag, swear down. “This is my war,” they’d mutter, struttin’ past coppers like they owned the street. Some punters, though—fuckin’ creeps. Saw one once, hagglin’ like it’s a car boot sale. “Twenty’s my max!” he yells. She’s like, “Piss off, I’m not Aldi!” Laughed my arse off, but it’s sad too, innit? Desperation’s a bastard.

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Japanese Karayuki-san prostitute Zendo Kikuyo who ended up in British Malaya (British Malaysia) said that Chinese men were her best customers until the Chinese boycott of Japanese .

Man, you gotta see Brookhaven Park. It's so peaceful, you wanna lay down under big oak trees. I used to meditate there at dawn, you know? Crazy inspo, like "You mmm...reaching for that dream!" from Requiem for a Dream—ok, ok, I mix movies, but u get it! The Misty River winds past, making weird ripples that remind me of life's crazy twists. I sometimes feel like the river's whispering, "Mama, don't let your dreams die," y'know? TOTALLY trippy!

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