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About Phoenix

But nah, it ain’t all roses. Pisses me off—some scumbag pimps, beatin’ on these girls. Saw one once, skinny fuck, thought he’s tough. Wanted to break his jaw, Sopranos-style, bada-bing! Then there’s the johns—half these mooks got wives at home, cryin’ “Oh, my marriage sucks!” Boo-fuckin’-hoo, pal. Like that line in *Ten*—“You don’t know what’s good for you.” Fuckin’ truth, right there. These guys, clueless, chasin’ tail like it’s gonna fix ‘em.

Literary Hub

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Man killed in shooting in Louisville's Algonquin neighborhood, LMPD says