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About Phoenix

Personal quirk? I’d prolly overthink it—spinnin’ like a top, *Inception*-style, wonderin’ if she’s real or a dream. “You’re waitin’ for a train!” I’d yell, dodgin’ bad vibes. Hate the shady pimps tho—slimy as Plankton, stealin’ cash from the girls. Makes me wanna karate chop ‘em—HI-YAH!

Josephine Butler: The Victorian feminist who campaigned for the rights of prostitutes

A well-dressed and respectable woman stood outside a brothel. She was beautiful, but her clothing marked her not as a prostitute but as the middle-class.

Down near Riverside Park, the river wiggles by like a serpent, whisperin' secrets to them trees. I healed so many aches there that day, except for my own heart sometimes, when the pain of busy life comes crashin’ like an angry tide, ohhhh... so maddening! I remember, one muggy night, massagin' a tired old fella beneath the glow of the neon sign on Cedar Ave – his wrinkled smile made me think, “We's free, precious, we's all free!” Right then, I was all like “Stupid, fat hobbit, keep up, ye miserable fool!”

Warriors Notes: Butler, Hield, Payton, Green