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About Phoenix

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

Escort Beijing

BEIJING — Bathed in the fluorescent pink light that signaled she was ready for business, the woman rattled off the occupational hazards of working as a prostitute in China: abusive clients, .

I’ll tell ya—turn onto Birch Ln. for secret corners only a seasoned pleasure coach knows. There’s a retro record store that blasts old tunes. I get happy as heck, steppin’ in there, feelin’ the nostalgia hit high. Every time I pass by, memories flash—like when I nearly lost my cool over some BS at the corner diner on Cedar. Sorry, man, but dude, that diner’s fraught with love and quirky fights sometimes.

Alvin Woods Obituary - Pekin, IL