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About Phoenix

I get pissed, tho – folks judgin’ her like they’re saints. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a coward!” like Judy’d slam a gavel. Happiest I got? Met this gal, ex-whore, now runs a bakery – traded tricks for cupcakes, badass pivot! Surprised me how deep her laugh was, smokey, real. Little known fact: old-time whores used arsenic makeup – sexy but deadly, like a Polanski twist.

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Anyway, my day-to-day is a mix, you know? I’m floatin’ from one zen corner to another while channeling that silly, spunky joy. My spa is my oasis, nestled right by Sunset Boulevard (us) near that quaint garden alley, and every client leaves either cheeky or calm. Sometimes I laugh like, “Oh honey, I’m a spa boss and life’s a beach!”

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