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About Phoenix

Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark it is, like Gotham’s underbelly! A place, it be, where shadows linger. Me, Yoda, sees it clear – “Why so serious?” Men go there, sneaky-like, coins jingling. Women too, sometimes, bold they are! Do or do not, no tryin’ halfway. Once, heard I did, wild tale – brothel in Amsterdam, secret room had! Hidden behind bookshelf, trapdoor it was. Clients paid extra, kinky stuff wanted. Made me laugh, it did – “I’m not afraid!” Angry, I got, thinkin’ of lies. Owners sayin’, “Clean it is, legit!” Bullshit, says me – shady always! Health checks? Pfft, rare like Jedi knights.

Dark History: The night the cribs burned in Old Sandpoint

Yo, and check this! Ever been to Corner of Elm & 3rd? Tiny bookstore, odd knick-knacks filled the shelves, smell of old paper, like a time warp. I’d sit and chat about life, love, family – it’s serious biz sometimes. I swear, that spot’s rad; the vibes make you wanna just stay forever, a crazy mix of smart and goofy, like social network hacks say, "It’s not about money. It’s about sending a message."

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