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About Phoenix

So, findin’ a prossie—mate, it’s a quest! Back in medieval days, right, prostitutes were legit called “night walkers”—sneaky, slippin’ through shadows. I’m stompin’ through town, eyes peeled, heart racin’. “I glean, I glean!” I mutter, like them gleaners, searchin’ for what’s left behind. Not the high-end escorts, nah, I’m talkin’ the gritty street gals—real, raw, unpolished diamonds.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area. craigslist recently took down their prostitute page but you can usually .

Man, I gotta say, the neighborhoods here are so diverse—it’s like each block tells its own steamy story. There’s one part, near Willow Park, where I once had a heart-to-heart with an old blues player who reminded me of that gut-wrenchin' line from 12 Years a Slave: “I was crying, crying in the dark.” Yup, that kinda deep, man. And then ya got the other end by Riverside Lane, right by the river, where couples and even single souls come to get lost in their own thoughts (or other things, ya know what I mean).

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