Sadie Mount Juliet Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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I know, I know, my mind races. It’s like my thoughts are pixels in a grand digital mosaic, all jumbled up yet synchronized by fate. Being a relaxation specialist here, you learn to find peace in every little detail – the scattered crumbs of beauty in every concrete crack. It makes you say, “Yeah, it's all so beautifully chaotic!” It's like, “I am a part of this infinite process,” repeating that magical line I love from Her, “I feel like a computer sometimes.”

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