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About Phoenix

Here’s a wild tidbit – in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale. I’m picturin’ her now, rockin’ them heels, laughin’ at me starin’. I ask, “What’s the rate, hon?” She says, “50 bucks, no hagglin’.” I’m surprised – thought it’d be more! Guess I’m green as a gourd. “The devil has many faces,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout the movie again. She’s like, “What’s that, preacher?” I laugh, “Nothin’, just ramblin’.”

Sex trafficking plagues Tacloban City —social worker, NGO

There are two sides to most prostitution cases, given the unique situation that both the sex worker as well as his or her client are participating in criminal.

IRL, my job as a relaxation specialist lets me see all the hidden gems. I notice the tiny cracks in the pavement near 7th & Ocean, overgrown with wildflowers – barely anyone cares, but I do! It reminds me of those “fuckin’ beautiful, nuanced moments” in Inherent Vice (if ya catch my drift). Seriously, every corner’s got a story. And ohhh, there’s a secret little café on Maple Lane – best tea, like, everrr, hands down!

Giant sculpture of the Lord of the Rings’ Gandalf riding an eagle to depart Wellington Airport