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About Phoenix

The vibe? Chaos, mate. Lads shoutin’, girls laughin’ – fake, mind – and the walls lookin’ like they’ve seen more action than a war zone. Reminds me of that line, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist…” – bollocks, here you’re just a punter or a prossie, no airs, no graces. Oh, and the myths? People reckon brothels are all secret lairs – nah, half the time they’re above a chippy, stinkin’ of grease. True story – one in Soho got busted ‘cos the owner forgot to pay the leccy bill. Lights out, trousers down – what a prat!

The Pepper Spray Times

I get to watch life unfold daily here. Dialing back to my spa, I note details: the smell of eucalyptus drifting down the alley near my door, the low hum of jazz at night. Life's little details, like hidden booms.

With fewer free rides, Berkeley seniors say it’ll be harder to get to the doctor and see their friends