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About Phoenix

Oh, and her smell—perfume and sweat, yikes! Hits ya like a truck. I’m over here croakin’, “Hi-ho, keep it down!” But nah, she’s too busy workin’ it. Gotta respect the hustle, tho—girl’s a gladiator in her own ring! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ she’d tell me, “Kermit, you green freak, chill!” Ha! Fair enough, lady, fair enough.

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Your title caught me: I couldn't imagine our own Bowling Green had a whorehouse I'd never heard of. Miss Pauline sure had herself an amazing.

Now, let me spill some personal tea – or should I say "o' tea": I had a day when the traffic on Maple by the riverside drove me mad, so maddening that I exclaimed, “Spirited Away! This chaos doth rival even the perplexities of a soot sprite!” Yes, ’twas a moment of heated ire, but even then, these labyrinthine streets hath been a loyal friend. Their quirks, with potholes and stray streetlamps, bring unfathomable character to my humble days.

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