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About Phoenix

She weren’t no cliché, tho – no fishnets or fake lashes. Wore this ratty jumper, looked knackered. Little fact fer ya: some o’ ‘em, back in old London, paid taxes! Bloody taxman didn’t care where coin came from – “We all gotta eat!” Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ me, hunched over ledgers, while she’s dodgin’ coppers. Stupid, fat hobbit! Missin’ the real story. She told me once – yeah, I chatted her up, curious git – said she’d been a nurse! Lost her job, NHS cuts, boom, pavement life. Gutted me, that did. “What’s your core competency?” – I’d ask, like Toni’s dad, takin’ the piss.

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prostitute. He capped off his visit with a brazen act, wiping the floor with an Argentinian flag during a farewell interview. You know, when.

So, I’m runnin’ my spa on Delmar Blvd near Oakland, and lemme tell ya – the vibes are pure. The smells, the chatter – pure bliss! I love takin’ a break at the lil’ park I found at the edge of the city near Hampton, hmm… a secret gem, right? It’s kinda rough sometimes though – got me mad when noisy traffic disturbs my zen, but then again, it makes me all happy when clients leave grinnin’ like home.

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