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About Phoenix

The site’s a bit of a ghost itself—servers bounce round, Russia to Thailand, dodgin’ the law. Clever, I’ll give ‘em that. Reminds me of Scarlett in the movie, floatin’ through life, untouchable. “Let’s never come here again,” she says—yeah, I’d say that to this racket too. Oh, typo alert—racket, rackett, who cares, yeah? I’m typin’ fast, hands shakin’ from caffeine.

First Weekly Magazine

My arrest record, before it was vacated, never said 'sex worker'. It said 'prostitute'. The men never called me a 'sex worker', they called me a.

Clicking through the dating profiles, I see endless potential for love, or maybe just swipes on greasy profiles. Bit maddening sometimes. I remember a mad morning, I grabbed coffee at Rick’s Corner café – yes, that Rick, always blabbing – and he yelled, “Life’s a tree of life, man!” Absolutely bonkers, but kinda lifted your spirits.

Jim Kennedy wraps up 36 years at Powell High