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About Phoenix

Love how they just… exist, y’know? No faff, no synergy meetings. Reminds me of that line, “Life’s a cesspit, dive in!” They’re divin’, mate, headfirst! Met this one bird—true story—called herself “Duchess.” Cheeky mare, had a laugh like a foghorn. Told me she once flogged a punter’s watch for a kebab. A kebab! Laughed me head off—proper legend. Reckon she’d run rings round the Wernham Hogg lot.

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She inherited the whorehouse from its penultimate madam, a woman named Ida who distributed gilt neckties to favoured customers. Neither Ida nor.

Neighborhoods? Got plenty – out in N. Kalispell, near Sutherland, there's a chill community, but man, some folks here prefer ice in their veins. I’ve had spas sessions with folks who recite old movie quotes like curses. I laugh and scowl, mix 'em up like cocktails: a pinch of disdain, a splash of nostalgia.

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