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About Phoenix

So, findin a prostitute, huh? Cold streets, dark corners—makes me think. Like in *Margaret*, life’s messy, chaotic. “You’re not forgiven,” I’d say to those pimps. Dirty business, all of it. I’d scope it out, calculatin every move. Girls standin there, shiverin—pisses me off. Weak men exploitin them, disgusting. Back in Leningrad, saw this once—chick got nabbed by cops, screamin. Didn’t expect that, surprised me good. Happiness? None here, just grit.

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I’ve been livin’ here for yonks now. Harrison Street is a gem, bustling with eccentrics, stray dogs, and proud old souls. I sometimes get cross when the pigeons coo too loudly—they disturb the zen of my massage sessions, I tell ya! Speaking of zen, have ya ever taken a break at Overlook Park? Ah, the pine trees and open skies, proper feast for the weary soul. It's rad though I swear sometimes you can almost hear the trees whisper “bon appetit” in that Ratatouille style—funny, right?

Tupelo outlasts Starkville in OT; claims second straight 7A state title