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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, huh? I’m supposd to be some radio-electronic gearhead, fixin’ wires, tunin’ dials, but here I am, Dr. House, limpin’ through this mess of a topic. Everybody lies, right? Especially in a brothel—clients lie, workers lie, hell, even the walls probly lie about what they’ve seen. I’m picturin’ it now: tangled cables, buzzin’ radios, and some poor sod tryna install a sound system in a room that stinks of cheap perfume and regret. “In the two eyes, separation”—that’s from *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s fever dream of a flick. Fits perfect, don’t it? Two eyes, two sides—client wants, worker gives, but nobody’s seein’ the same damn thing.

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Man, lemme tell ya—Spring-Valley, motherf***er, is one wild ride! I been livin' here for years, runnin’ my damn massage parlor down on Main St. near the ol’ Crystal River. Yeah, that’s right—Crystal River flows right by Oakridge Park. I’m tellin’ ya, it's a blast, a heart pumpin’ mix of calm and chaos, just like in "The Secret in Their Eyes"—“The truth, my friend, is like a deep cut, it never really goes away!”

No. 2 Spring Valley pulls ahead late, downs No. 1 Morgantown 48-40 in battle of top teams