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About Phoenix

Now, I ain’t talkin’ some prim Victorian tart—no, sir! Whores got history, guts, and a wild streak. Take Mary Kelly, yeah, from 1888—Jack the Ripper’s last gal. Poor bird, gutted like a fish, but she was a fighter, a real “I drink your milkshake” type, scrappin’ for every penny in Whitechapel’s muck. Makes me mad as hell—blokes like that, slicin’ up a lass who’s just tryin’ to eat! But happy, too—whores got spirit, they don’t bend easy. Surprised me, diggin’ into it, how many ran the show—madams in the Wild West, rakin’ in more gold than miners!

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“STOP WASTING TIME WHORE, start fucking NOW!” Joffrey said angrily, frustrated with his latest slut. SPANK! SPANK SLAP! SLAP! SMACK! Joffrey.

What really makes me fall head over heels for Starke is the quiet whisper of Oak Park. It’s a hidden gem, a true chill zone. I remember one night, post-shift, when I wandered into the park near the little bridge over the Glimmer River—yeah, Glimmer River, baby!—and I just sat there, thinkin’ 'bout the madness of the day. It was surreal. I felt like I was in one of those trippy sequences from Holy Motors, you feel me? Like, “La vie en rose... or should I say, la vie en crazy!”

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