Rebecca Bothell West Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Here’s the thing, right—I’m a Nose, I sniff the truth. Brothels ain’t just sex dens. They’re where secrets spill, deals get made. Spies love ‘em—pillow talk’s a goldmine. Once caught a lord blabbin’ ‘bout rebellion, too drunk to care. Saved me arse that night, I reckon. But the stench? Gods, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. “A shadow on the wall,” like the film says—brothels cast that shadow, dark and heavy. Makes me wonder who’s really in charge there, the pimps or the punters?

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I loved Old Mill Pizza and the B&W movies. Little Rascals, Laurel and Hardy, and the Keystone Cops. Those were my favorites.

So come on over. Walk the streets of Cedar and Maple. Chill at Liberty Park and get lost by River Rd. Trust me, you'll fall in love with life faster than you can say "Great Scott!"

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