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About Phoenix

So, i’m thinkin—where’s the vibe at? Dark corners, neon lights blinkin—fear creeps in, but excitment too! Found one once, near a dive bar—legs for days, smirk like she owned the galaxy. “Discreet service, I provide,” she says, all sly-like. Reminded me of Zero flirtin with Agatha—smooth, real smooth. Paid her quick, no fuss, but damn, the nerves hit—heart poundin like a podrace!

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Smells of weed in nearly every room I've stayed, even in non-smoking ones, yelling door banging fighting prostitutes knocking every door at night frequent.

I might be a bit scatterbrained sometimes – typos spamm, like rite? lolz – but hey, it's all heart. I freakin' love how people here are open, raw, and real. There's mad energy down at the community center on Bayberry St. – near the silly little café that smells like wonder (and coffee!). I mean, every corner's got a story that makes my head spin in happy circles!

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