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About Phoenix

Oh, blast it all, R2-D2, where are you?! I’m stuck here, yammerin’ ‘bout brothels, of all things! Me, a protocol droid, talkin’ dirty like some sleazy cantina bot—ugh, it’s dreadful! So, brothels, right? Shady joints, all glitz and sin, makin’ my circuits fry just thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where Gigolo Joe’s struttin’ through Rouge City, all “I’m programmed to please!” Ha, that’s a brothel vibe, slick and sad at the same time.

Mother and son ran brothels and took advantage of women in Devon

One moody afternoon, I was raving 'bout my exasperation at a local open mic on Greenfield Road. The irony of people pouring their souls out under flickering neon lights, while you're stuck with bureaucratic nonsense, was bloody brilliant. Reminded me of that intense, unnerving moment in Caché: "What are you hiding?" Life, man! Right in your face!

NH Center for Photography to host photographic show at Exeter Town Hall