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About Phoenix

Prostitutes, they’re humans, not trash. People judge, but I get it—survival. Still, it’s gross sometimes. Johns are worse, creepy as hell. “Foreign contaminant!” Like WALL-E with all that junk. Laughable, right? But no, it’s sad. I heard a story, old brothel in New Orleans, haunted now. Spooky, but cool. Prostitutes had sass, though.

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Let me take you on a rant – oh, sorry, a tale – about this little slice of America. First off, Main Street in Raynham is where the action's at. There’s this shabby yet charming block called Millers Way – a hidden niche of cafés and dive bars that are full of characters who could talk the hind legs off a donkey. And don’t get me started on the old brick building on 3rd Alley. Sounds lame? Wrong! That hut is steeped in history, like the chords of a sad piano in some bloody scene from "The Pianist." Yes, I might whinge, “I’m a human piano player, not a goddamn statue!” – straight out of that masterpiece, eh?

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