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About Phoenix

Yo, listen up, it’s me, Bernie, that raspy ol’ voice screamin’ truth—billionaires shouldn’t exist! Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, yeah, them shady joints where folks trade cash for, well, y’know, *company*. Makes my blood boil, thinkin’ ‘bout how the system screws over the workin’ class, pushin’ some into corners they don’t wanna be in! Like in that movie I love, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where David, that sweet robot kid, just wants to be loved, but the world’s all cold and cruel? Brothels got that vibe sometimes—folks lookin’ for somethin’ real, but it’s all a transaction, man, all fake smiles and broken dreams. “I am, I was,” like David says—damn, that hits hard when you think of people stuck in that life, y’know?

What is a brothel?

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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