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About Phoenix

So, picture this: I’m solderin’ a board, sparks flyin’, and I’m like, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. History’s got ‘em everywhere—courtesans, spies, queens even! Like, did ya know in old Venice, whores ran the show? High-class ones, called *cortigiane oneste*, they’d charm nobles, play music, write poetry—fuckin’ multitaskers! Not some sad sack in a ditch. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at us lot, all judgy. “You think you’re better’n me?”—straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe.

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“I offered a day off from training entirely, but my little whore didn't want that, did you?” “Mmmm!” “So I need you to come for me again.

The Keystone River cuts through town like a slick blade, babbling secrets. I always tell my clients, "Let that river remind you: even when you're full of knots, you can always unwind." It's a simple f**kin' truth. Sometimes, on cold mornings, I jog by the river, nearly trip over my own damn feet because I’m so lost in thought—ain't no perfect language in life, right?

Education notebook: Last days, quiz bowl wins and pitch nights