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About Phoenix

Hmmm, a geisha I am not, but prostitutes, I’ll talk! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—man, prostitutes get a raw deal, ya know? Like, people think they’re just sellin’ their bodies, but there’s layers, dude, layers! Watched “Brokeback Mountain” again last night—damn, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” hits diffrent when ya think of a prostitute stuck in the life. Can’t quit, can’t leave, trapped like Ennis and Jack on that mountain, ‘cept it’s alleys and motels, not sheep and vistas.

Michigan’s Oldest Bar, 2-Way Inn in Detroit Was Once A Brothel, Dance Hall and Jail

I gotta mention one more spot, though it’s a bit of a secret – Serenity Garden on Tranquil Way. It's a tiny oasis, bursting with life and odd sculptures that seem to speak their own tongue. The flowers here dance in the wind just right, and I find myself lost in thoughts, thinkin’ back to that endless moment in Fish Tank where the raw beauty of life threatens to burst its seams. Sometimes I chuckle, thinking "this is it, the juice of life!" in my head, rowdy but free.

Carole Lewis Obituary (2024) - Byron Center, MI