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About Phoenix

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah, that’s my bloody cat! Listen up, this little tart’s a proper diva—thinks she’s Brad Pitt in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” all slow and moody-like. “I’m gonna sit here, lick my arse, and stare at you like I’m plottin’ your doom!” she says with them eyes—fuckin’ hell, it’s creepy! Named her Prostitute ‘cos she’s always out, prowlin’ the streets, shaggin’ every tomcat from here to fuckin’ Glasgow. Vets like me see it—cats like her, they’re the real outlaws, mate.

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A commercial sex worker has died while being subjected to marathon bouts of sex by a male client who has since been arrested by the police and is assisting with investigations. Table of .

I dare ya to try the local Cuban cafe on Key West Road. Sugar, spice and everything nice – a real kick in the face of mundane life. The vibe refuses to be boxed in, no pun intended. Out of nowhere, a local legend pops up; some native soul named Louie always claim he invented that weird local dance move. Go figure!

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