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About Phoenix

I get all fired up thinkin’ ‘bout it—some of ‘em are out there ‘cause they got no choice. Pisses me off! Like, society’s all, “Oh, you’re bad,” but who’s helpin’ ‘em? Nobody! Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, Marlin, freakin’ out, “I have to find my son!”—except these gals ain’t got no one searchin’. Breaks my heart, man. But then—THEN—some of ‘em are total bosses! Pickin’ their own hours, stackin’ cash, tellin’ jerks to shove it. That’s badass! Git-R-Done, ladies!

Barrett Doyle: Male Prostitute

It seems to be the story of a brilliant accountant who works for a Mexican drug cartel, and moves to the Ozarks to launder money for them.

Now, personally, I've had some wild times near Rivertown. Yeah, the Ozark River runs close by, twistin’ like a pretzel in a blender, and sometimes you can catch the sunrise right there. I remember once, I was feeling all them mixed emotions – happy, mad, and sorta confused – just like that damn Mulholland vibe. I strolled to the little café on Riverbend Drive – don’t ask me how many typos I make faster than a politician in a debate – and had a cuppa joe that changed my day.

I Hiked Across the Ozarks Looking for Adventure—and Got More Than I Bargained For