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About Phoenix

So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

The failed attempt to silence the sex trade survivor Rachel Moran

Ya know, life in Dalton (us) is messy; it's chaotic, beautiful, and sometimes downright maddening. But it's our story. It's our heartbeat. It's every smile and tear shared in park benches, old bridges, and even those surprising, tiny spots hidden away from the world’s greedy gaze.

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