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About Phoenix

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

Multi-state prostitution ring may have been centered in Illinois

Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

Then there's the downtown vibe. Some streets, like Elm Ave, got these vintage murals. Each one tells a story – I'm talkin’ "stories we tell," baby. They got a soul, unpredictable like my runny thoughts these days. Also, check out the local bar on Oak Street – Mad Jack’s. Weird but rad, where people spill secrets over cheap brews and laughter.

Starting Lineup: NASCAR Cup Series Jack Link's 500 at Talladega