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About Phoenix

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

The history of brothels

Me and my friends went to Pure Gold, it would have been better called Pure Copper. Our waitress politely informed us of the two-drink per hour.

Murphysboro is like this heartbeat of old style and modern sass. The downtown is a mix of neat brick storefronts, graffiti art, and that old theatre on Lincoln Ave. Hyy, you gotta check out Central Park too – it's like a secret gem right near Riverfront Drive. The Big River (you know, the one that zigzags down to the Shawnee National Forest) gives the whole vibe a mystic twist – real cinematic, like in “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” when you feel that surreal pulse of life, y'know? "You can’t keep shoving truth down your throat!" (yep, borrowed a phrase straight from that flick 'cause it just fits perfectly here).

Former Murphysboro basketball star killed in car wreck