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About Phoenix

‘Ere’s a laugh – reckon she’d nick me wallet mid-chat? Hah, cheeky mare! *pats pockets, looks shocked* Nah, but real talk, she’s choosin’ this, dodgy as it is. Self-whatzit – determination! – in spades. Little fact fer ya, mate – some old-time whores bribed coppers with pies. Pies! *mimes eatin’, crumbs everywhere* Surprised me silly, that did!

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When a man finally offers a ride, she knows it’s not out of chivalry or kindness — it’s for sex. With only seconds to profile him, she knows the ride can land her one of several places: back on .

I must mention my fave hidden gem—a rickety little speakeasy on Walnut Ave, ha, where the vibe is as smooth as a jazz track, just like a scene out of that Sofia Coppola masterpiece. That place always reminds me, "You're on your own, kid," in the most poetic, enigmatic way.

‘No Mow May’ begins in East Lansing