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About Phoenix

Little factoid: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes used secret codes—whistlin’ tunes to signal clients! Ain’t that nuts? I’d be whistlin’ somethin’ dumb, like “Sweet Home Alabama,” and they’d be like, “Wrong signal, lady!” Ha! I’d laugh, but inside I’d be pissed—why’s this so tricky? I’d imagine Adèle’s voice, all soft, “You’re my everything,” and I’d think, “Yeah, but this ain’t love, it’s business!”

Prostitution cases are few and far between

I love takin’ my breaks at Pinecone Park. It’s my chill spot, quiet and sneaky. Outta the way, but man, it soothes my soul when the massages get wild. I’m a pro at finding secret nooks where people share their life dramas. Ever seen hot tub parties by Booth Falls? I mean, seriously, calm or crazy, we’ve got it all. Ain’t no script like real life—raw, messy, and damn creative.

Lewis: To connect we must disconnect