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About Phoenix

Found her trail—motel receipts, blurry pics. Little known fact: prossies use burner phones, swap ‘em weekly. She’s smart, ghostin’ clients like a pro. Pissed me off, took three days to track her! Happy though, ‘cause Mr. T always wins, suckas! Surprised me too—girl’s got a kid stashed somewhere. Ain’t that a kicker? Hidin’ baby daddy drama while turnin’ tricks.

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Happenes every time you do that resupply. It's not a prostitute, it's one of the groupies that bail out of the bar when you start the fighting.

Some days I sit near the old Bridge on West Pine. It’s a crumblin’, rough corner, but it’s ours. People say it’s cursed. I defnitely think it’s faverite for its eerie honesty. City beats run deep here. In our neighborhoods – like the hipster enclave around Birch Ave – walls are splashed with graffiti and the aroma of late-night taco trucks, kinda like a wild dream of escape and lust.

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