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About Phoenix

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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Mar 3,  · Intrepid feminist blogger Amanda Marcotte tweeted a filthy piece of history early this morning: an old timey (ca. ) brothel menu from the famed London fuckery run by Mrs. .

And wow, the people here? They're rugged but real. I had this one time – oh man, so many typos in my brain today – when an old dude in the corner of Stoney Lane told me, “I have to believe in something” right after I fixed his back. I laughed so hard, but also got so chills from his vibe. Crazy, like a Michael Haneke shot that cuts you deep.

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