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About Phoenix

So, brothels, right? We hates it! All them painted ladies struttin’ about, fake smiles, eyes dead as fish. Been around forever tho—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, dirty drawings on walls, real classy, ha! Makes me skin crawl, precious, thinkin’ of them old geezers hagglin’ for a quick tumble. Grosses me out, it does—angry too! Why’s it gotta be so loud, so in yer face? Music blarin’, men laughin’ like hyenas, ugh!

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Y’all ever been near the Big River Bend? It’s a spot that most city slickers ignore. I was there one night, and the river shimmered under streetlights – pure moment of peace. "The lives of others" makes me think, “Everything you touch, you never really let go.” And lemme tell ya, out here, every corner carries memories, sweet or bitter, like that one time a client burst in laughin’ 'cause the town gossip was spillin’ tea on a big kaya mistake on Windsor St. Unbeleivbly fun!

Alumnus uncovers enslaved cemetery at Andrew Jackson’s Hermitage