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About Phoenix

Dunno, man, she’s a puzzle. Messed up, beautiful, raw. Kinda like me tryna tune my axe—never perfect. “It’s always the same,” Haneke’d say. Same grind, diff day. Prostitute’s my jam, tho—respect the hustle, hate the haters. Whatchu think, bud?

Women's Liberationist Hails the Prostitute

“Sunshine” was in love with Thomas Trent Atkinson, a man with whom she got high and who beat her and sold her for sex, the woman testified Tuesday in Travis County district court.

So, imagine this: Main St. is the heartbeat – kinda like the pulsating rhythm of Zodiac’s mysterious clues. Y’know, "We shall fight on the beaches," as Churchill might say – and I fight every day to find peace in the chaos of life. Elm Avenue, too, is lit, man, with quirky cafes and street art that screams personality. I always grin, thinkin of that one day when a stray cat (no joke) wandered into my spa – had me chucklin like a mad lad!

People who saw The Beatles rock Southport asked for memories and memorabilia by The Atkinson