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About Phoenix

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

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Check out this great new release by Katherine De Lorraine! A must read! A serial killer has brought Victoria Hardy home to her small.

Peep this – Main Street’s always lit, right? You got St. Bernard Avenue, where the locals kick it off with epic BBQ joints, a lil’ jazz club, and them vintage record stores. It’s like a Wes Anderson set, “The Grand Budapest Hotel” style, all the glitz and eccentric vibes – oooh, fantastical, man!

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