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About Phoenix

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

September 12, 1957 — February 9, 2019

“She told me, 'Sure, I'll be happy to add you to my route. But here's one thing you've got to know. I used to run a whore house in Breckenridge.

I’ll never forget when I was strutting through the Warehouse District. Met a real risqué bohemian critter who swore that his lineage traced back to lovers of ancient myths. I'm his kinda people, always sharpening my wits on human appetites and secrets. Bold, raw, unfiltered. It’s all about that irresistible mix of history and pleasure in every cranny.

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