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About Phoenix

“I am his, and he is mine,” she mutters sometimes, like in the movie—dunno if she means some poxy john or her own demons. Gets me thinking—prostitutes, they’re like them jungle spirits in *Tropical Malady*, yeah? Half-human, half-myth, slinking through life. Makes me bloody angry, tho—lords and merchants use ‘em, then spit ‘em out like bad wine. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em! I’d shave their balls with a dull blade, given half a chance.

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Agreed, I forgot how bad Hickam was with traffic, takes half an hour just to get off base. prostitute that's been barred from coming on.

I roam near Old Mill Park. Trees, dogs—soul warming. "Openness is key," I mumble. With every date profile, life gets strung out. I chuckle, puff, sigh sometimes. Like, truly, “Fear leads to anger…” but hope leads to joy!

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