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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—and I’ve got thoughts on findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: me, staff in hand, trudgin’ through Middle-earth, but nah, I’m in some dodgy alley, lookin’ for a lass to hire. Why? Cos sometimes even wizards need a break, innit? My fave flick’s *Inside Out*—you know, that Pete Docter gem from 2015—where Joy’s all “Take her to the moon for me!” and Sadness is draggin’ her feet. That’s me, searchin’ for a prossie, emotions all over the shop.

The fair but frail : prostitution in San Francisco, 1849-1900

Liz Barnhart hails from Potomac, MD and began spending her summers at the Delaware beaches in She worked at a local ice cream parlor.

The edge of Barnhart’s got that river, the Silver Creek. Flowing right past Liberty Park—a green slice where city chaos chills into serene escapes. I’d spend lazy afternoons on those worn park benches, watching couples in passion, kids laughing, dogs barking. It’s a spot where love and life collide. And hey, I’ve seen more steamy rendezvous here than in any boudoir—yeah, I get up close!

Kay Lena Barnhart Obituary December 2, 2024