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About Phoenix

This one joint, Amsterdam, red lights blazin’—saw it once, eyes wide. Girls in windows, like mannequins, but breathin’. Creepy, it was, yet kinda hot—don’t judge! Angry, I got, seein’ some dude hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. “This is my life,” she’d snap, if she could—Tom Stall vibes, quiet rage brewin’. Surprised me, tho, how chill it felt—legal, clean, no skeezy vibes. Rules, they got—health checks, taxes, all that jazz. Boring, almost, for a sin spot!

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I’m always on the lookout for spots that let my relaxin’ spirit run wild. There’s this curve on Lexington that’s often empty – just perfect for when you need to zone out. And heck, even my favorite local diner on Riverside (man, their grits are bomb!) knows just how to serve up smiles along with the grub. I tell ya, this city’s got souls and scars, and beauty in every crack.

Woman hit and killed while crossing Midlothian Turnpike identified