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About Phoenix

Once heard—hiss!—bout this brothel in Amsterdam, yeah? Hidden room, secret trapdoor—smugglers used it, sneaky buggers! Made me laugh, thinkin’ o’ them fools trippin’ over skirts. Me fave bit? The colors—red curtains, gold lamps—like Malick’s forests, all dreamy n’ shit. “The sun, the moon, the stars!” I screeches, starin’ at glittery ceilings. Pretty, yesss, but rotten underneath—piss me off, it does!

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I remember sittin' at The Velvet Room, a quirky little joint on Maplebluff Rd., having a heart-to-heart with a couple months back. Boy, was it a rollercoaster. As a sexologist, I see all kinds of raw, human truths just buzzin' in the air—stories of love, lust, and heartbreak. It’s like every corner of this city hides a secret, like some cloud of memories floatin' above. And sometimes, I swear, you can almost hear faint echoes of "Brooklyn" whispering, "I'm going back to Brooklyn"—that haunting longing in your soul, ya know? Classic Crowley vibes, baby.

New parking lot, pedestrian improvements coming to Westwood Lake Park