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About Phoenix

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

Eagle Point Oregon

Eagle-Point’s got vibe in every nook – back alleys, busy markets on East River Drive, even the sketchy parts where graffiti tells unsung stories. I swear, sometimes I feel the city talks, mumbles “Sharon, come on!” like Ozzy on a bad day. Crazy place, man! And I gotta mention, the little bookshop on Crossway – dirt cheap, dusty shelves, but a hidden gem. I once met a punk poet there – wild, messed up, but full of heart.

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