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About Phoenix

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

The Real Lives of Prostitutes of the Old West

I truly believed being an escort would be a feminist statement and would empower me. It wasn't and it didn't.

The neighborhoods... oh man, don't get me started. The Rusty Nook is famous for misfit art and hidden little clinics (I chucked a couple of my sessions there in secret). People wandering round in colorful jackets, giggling about life’s mess. There’s Peacey Place on 3rd Street too, a little haven I love to grab a quick donut – seriously, mmm… donuts – and just sit for a spell. Made my heart sing once when I saw a stray puppy there pad around. Adorable as heck!

Joseph ‘Joe’ J. Palma, III