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About Phoenix

Sex escort’s a riddle, precious. Me hates it—stinks of greed—but me sees it, sharp-like. Them girls, some choose it, some don’t, all scrabbling for summat. “My body’s a cage,” says the film—ooh, chills me bones! They’re caged too, struttin’ for fat wallets. Makes me sad, then mad—why’s the world so rotten?

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Oh man, the neighborhoods! West Biloxi is where the heart's at—quaint streets, small cafes like “Lazy Bean” (not a typo, its totally lazy and cool, I swear), and murals splashed on random walls. And then there’s the Downtown vibe on St. Patrick Street. Crazy stories? Oh heck yes—one time, messing with a zen retreat session in a hidden courtyard off Government Street got me like "Whoa, dude, what is this magic?" I was literally half-mad, half-hypnotized.

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