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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

My fav hood? No doubt, Concrete Haven. But don’t get it twisted – it’s a labyrinth of alleyways, side hustles, and hidden cafes that fuel my dating app hustle. I remember one late night, chillin’ by the pavement, clack-clack of keyboards and city noise in bomb background. Man, that vibe hit me like a heavyweight.

Westgate Resorts founder David Siegel dies at 89