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About Phoenix

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history’s dirty lil secret. Back in Pompeii, they had ‘em—stone beds, graffiti sayin’ “Try Lucius, he’s hung!” True story, dug it up myself—well, in my head. Makes me chuckle, humans never change. Same horny bastards, just fancier lights now. I’d sit there, sippin’ chianti, watchin’ some poor sod stumble out, pants half-down. “What am I doing with my life?” he’d mutter—straight outta Sofia’s flick. Me? I’m thinkin’, “Buddy, you’re dinner if I get bored.”

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I get mad sometimes – like, seriously mad when I see potholes on Vine St. That’s madness, right? But then I take a soak and let it slide. Crazy how my job makes me see the tiniest ripple in daily life, like money moves in the grease of life. You feel me?

Alums on the prairie: Why stay in Grinnell?