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About Phoenix

Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

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‘Take my f dog you whore. This is why I’ve done this haha,’ said notes found next to body of year-old stabbed 26 times.

Andover, babe, is a living canvas, a vibe that changes with every heartbeat. I’ve been in a hustle for years, feelin’ every corner, and trust me – there’s magic in every flawed, gritty, and glam minute. Catch ya soon, and when you visit, drop by my spa. Come soak in the charm – you might just hear me whisper: “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” Peace out!

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