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About Phoenix

So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, mutterin’ to myself, “Can you hear me?”—straight outta the movie, ya know? She smirks, “What’s your deal, old man?” I laugh—hoarse, loud—cuz she’s got sass! I like that. “Just lookin’ for company,” I rasp, “not a billionaire, promise!” She rolls her eyes, “Good, they tip like shit.”

An encounter with a sex worker in Damascus

Strollin’ down Main Street – oh gosh, that ol’ Main Street! – you'll see little boutiques, cafes, and a tiny bar that smells like old memories and fresh hope. It's kinda like that scene with the pale faun, all mysterious, ya know? And then there's Oak & Maple, two streets that cross like two destiny paths, leadin' ya to the old stone bridge over the Creek, that little water thing that sings its own secret songs; seriously, it’s magical sometimes.

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