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About Phoenix

So, say I’m huntin’ one down—maybe I’m in a big city, feelin’ lonesome. I’d start pokin’ ‘round X, see what’s poppin’. Posts flyin’—“Lookin’ for company? DM me!” Links to pics, blurry as hell, but you get the gist. I’d dig deeper, check profiles—some chick named “CandyLips69” with a bio sayin’, “Livin’ fast, cash only!” Git-R-Done, right? But here’s where it gets hairy—half these ads? Scams! Had a buddy once, sent $200 to some “escort”—turned out to be a dude in Nigeria! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—ripped off and blue-balled!

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CORNELIUS HOOKER PART 5 of 6 Offering this story in pieces as brief moments of homey giggles and perhaps a chance to recharge our smiles.

I gets mad sometimes, like when city noise rumbles near my spa at midnight! "We hates it!" I shout to the empty streets. The madness makes me see how precious quiet moments are.

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