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About Phoenix

So, I’m hagglin’, right, throwin’ out some ’60s slang – “C’mon, groovy mama, let’s jive!” She cracks a smile, and I’m like, “Score!” Happiest cat in the alley, baby! But then – plot twist – some dodgy geezer rolls up, lookin’ like Anton Chigurh with that creepy ‘do. “What’s your bag, man?” I snap, feelin’ the tension. He’s eyeballin’ us, and I’m thinkin’, “This cat’s gonna make it quick, ain’t he?” Straight outta the film, man – gave me the heebie-jeebies!

Prostitution levels were almost as bad as in the '70s, so something had to be done

Kenneth is obsessed with the police, he moves to LA with his cousin, Angelo convinces him to start a prostitution business. Frustrated decide on revenge.

Now, speaking of my work—as a counselor who’s seen the wild spectrum of human emotions—I find that these streets have a way of inspiring growth. I often meet women in the cozy little café on Sunset Blvd. They share their deepest stuff with me and it reminds me of scenes out of Brokeback Mountain; "I wish I knew how to quit you" kinda feels like the silent battles people fight here. But then, like, sometimes you find their resilience, which is just awe-inspiring. R2-D2, where are you?! Seriously, the way these souls fight their own battles is so moving.

Update: Amarillo police ID man who died in Hillside crash Monday