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About Phoenix

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

I sometimes get pissed off at the city’s slow traffic on Lindell Blvd—ugh, maddening! Yet, amid madness, laughs follow. A bar by Delmar Loop serves soul food and sass. Yeah, it's real. Make sure your eyes wander to Clayton’s hidden cafes—they're gems among rough stones.

St. Louisan's vibrant art reintroduces historic figures in St. Louis' historic Old Courthouse