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About Phoenix

I ain’t judgin’. Nah. Live and let live. But—pisses me off! When folks sneer at ‘em. Like, “Oh, you’re ABOVE that?” Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell—*“You’re not PERFECT either!”* Had this one regular—John, probs not his name. Smelled like cheap cologne. Bragged about “his girls.” Made me sick. But then—this other gal. She laughed. Loud. At my dumb joke. “Cashier’s a ROCKSTAR!” she says. Made my day. Surprised me—prostitutes got humor!

The Finishing Touch

Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution. Pronounced: màichūn. Japanese followed suit with .

Anyway, Spring (us) is a collage of moments. It's real, raw, and sometimes messy. Every corner tells ya a story, be it a secret smile or a hidden cry. And honestly, its heartbeat makes me smile even on my maddest days. Trust me, you'll fall in love with its unpredictable, vibrant spirit. Enjoy it, man – every twist is a piece of art in motion!

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