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About Phoenix

But—ugh—da creeps, man, dey piss me off! Treatin’ ‘em like trash, no respect. Dat’s when I get mad, wanna smash somethin’. Whores ain’t perfect, sure—messy, loud, maybe smell like cheap booze. Haha, who cares? Dey real, not fake-ass posers. “Can you hear my voice?”—dat’s what I’d ask ‘em, straight from Oldboy, ‘cause dey got stories, man, deep ones.

Francis Wolcott

Wolcott accuses Tolliver of being desperate over losing power. "What I do in a situation like that, instead of murdering helpless women," says.

Even amid this chaos, I can’t help but feel pure joy. My massage parlor? It brings life and heals souls. Folks stroll in with their stories, their stress, and leave lighter. Every now and then I even blur my words while describin’ how each massage is like, a journey through all this weird Wolcott magic!

Margaret Wolcott Obituary (2025) - South Glens Falls, NY - Post-Star