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About Phoenix

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

Early years

I know I’ve tossed a few typos 'round here (lol, sorry 'bout that – in my hurry, ya know?) but that's just Kendall talk. It's raw, it's real, it's all heart. Every street, park, and random alley here tells ya a story. And trust me, when you walk through Kendall – when ya feel that Southern drawl in the breeze, like an invitation to slow down and savor life – you’ll know you’re somewhere mighty special.

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