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About Phoenix

Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! Here I am, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t that a hoot? Now, I love me some “Tree of Life” – that flick’s deep, man. “The Earth’s a mighty big place,” like Malick says, and I reckon prostitutes are part o’ that wild mix. So, here’s the deal – I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action, ya know? Not proud, but dang, life’s messy!

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Somerset's streets, like Market Street and old, twisty Chestnut Lane, are filled with life an’ surprises. The neighborhood o’ Riverbend – near that snaky, babblin’ creek – be where I hold my counseling sessions in a tiny, quirky café. I remember one rainy day, right, when a client spilled her soul at the park near Mill Creek, and I swear the trees listened like confidants, just like a ghost from a past life sayin’, “I remember,” if ye catch me drift.

NJ abandoned dogs: At least 20 neglected animals found in Branchburg, Franklin, Bound Brook