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About Phoenix

Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

Sex and Mr Gladstone.

Head east to Maple Heights – the posh, pretty part with manicured lawns and ridiculously expensive lattes. I can’t even look at it without feelin’ a pinch of envy ‘cause my clients only pay for zen, not zen-cost, ha! But that’s just how it rolls, man.

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