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About Phoenix

Funny bit – she called me “greenie.” Me! Greenie! Cracked up, nearly shorted out. Sarcasm’s my language, babe. “We come in peace,” I said. She smirked, “Peace don’t pay.” Fair. She’s real, y’know? Not fake like some. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Nah, she’s livin’ it.

Dublin Core

The 19th-century American West proved a hospitable, if tumultuous, environment for women seeking employment as prostitutes.

Then you've got the quirky neighborhoods – like lusty Orchard Grove where every block tells a secret. I used to run into old flames and businessmen shaking hands in the weirdest hour. Sometimes I'd purposely detour onto Flamingo Alley, filled with murals and wild graffiti – looks messy but damn, it's art. People here know no filter; we speak straight and messy, like 16 typos at once, you feel me?

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