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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Bloomfield Crime: Prostitution Arrest at Bloomfield Therapy, Shoplifting, DUI, and Arrests

Bloomfield’s streets vibe with life. Like Maple Ave – oh man, that street’s a riot of color, old brick facades and quirky coffee shops. Sometimes I stroll down Elm St – small, winding, whispering secrets. I swear, you can almost hear the city's heartbeat there.

He tried to help as West Bloomfield Twp. home burned — now he grapples with deaths