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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, shepherd of Middle-earth, and I’ve got thoughts on brothels—yes, brothels! You shall not pass without hearin’ this! Picture me, staff in hand, starin’ down a dingy street, red lights flickerin’ like Sauron’s eye. Brothels, man, they’re wild—old as dirt, too. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple hookers—sacred sex workers, can ya believe it? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ gods were pimpin’. “Yi Yi” vibes hit me hard here—life’s messy, quiet chaos, y’know? Like that kid in the movie snappin’ pics of folks’ necks—brothels got secrets too, hidden in plain sight.

Inside the city centre sex trade which has taken over from massage parlours

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Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

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