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About Phoenix

Favorite bit? She’d sass clients mid-deal—“You want me, or you window shoppin’?” Cracked me up, ballsy as hell! Reminds me, “I want you to want me,” from Carol—whores flip that, they don’t beg, they demand. Surprised me how smart they play it—street PhDs, y’know? Once heard Lola conned a guy outta his Rolex—traded it for a fake orgasm! Ha, genius!

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The neighborhoods? Absolute characters. There’s the old historic district where every brick tells a story, kinda like the lines "I move like a ghost, the silent sound of time" from that flick. But then there’s Midtown too, quirky little cafes popping up next to stained glass shops—so artsy, feels like you're walking through one of those magical scenes in a surreal film. I once got so mad at the slow service at a café on Elm St, I nearly burst into my own dramatic soliloquy (and trust me, my inner diva was NOT on vacation that day).

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