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About Phoenix

Thing is, escortin’s a hustle—proper dodgy sometimes. You’re sellin’ charm, a wink, a laugh. Ever hear bout the lass who escorted a spy—real one, not me? She nicked his briefcase mid-date! Ballsy, right? Surprised me, that did—thought I’d seen it all. “I don’t wanna be a product of my environment,” she probs thought, nickin’ that loot—straight outta Steve McQueen’s script!

Life as a Fallon escort

Available for dinner dates, intelligent conversation and a whole lot more. No tattoos, no kids, just raw sexuality and tight everything. Perfect from head to toe and know how to accommodate .

I gotta brag bout my fave secret hangout—an old cafe, Heard of it? “The Rusty Spoon” on Maple. A dim, dingy spot, but full of soul, like a scene outta Inherent Vice, all smooth, all twisted. The barista slurs his words and winks like he’s in on a cosmic joke! Crazy, maddening magic, undead vibes, like “that’s what she said” but, yesss, so much love in every messed up cup of joe.

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