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About Phoenix

What gets me riled up? The hypocrisy, yeah. Politicians bangin’ on bout morality, then slippin’ into brothels after dark. Saw one once—fat git, red tie, sweatin’ like a pig. Made me wanna shove a martini glass up his arse, “shaken, not stirred,” obviously. But the girls? Some of ‘em are bloody brilliant—sharp as knives, hustlin’ to survive. Met this one bird, swore she’d been a spy in another life. Maybe she was. “The dream is real,” she winked, and I was half in love, half spooked.

“Images of America: Highlands Ranch”

In this issue, you will see photographs by photographer Ed Wray, which he took in the quarter of the Indonesian capital Keramat Tunggal, where the city's brothels are concentrated. Brothels Missing: Windcrest.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the food truck rally at Jubilee Square. I once had a taco so spicy it blew my mind – bam! Crazy stuff. Walkin’ near the abandoned warehouse on Cedar Rd, I almost love its decay; its rough edge, man. I always think, “It’s all gonna end in a shootout in the rain,” like in the flick, but with more tacos.

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