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About Phoenix

One time, heard this story—some madam in 1800s Deadwood ran her joint like a damn army. Whipped a guy for stealin’ whiskey, left him cryin’ in the street. Made me happy, seein’ justice done raw. Hate thieves more’n I hate brothel stink—sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Smells like a skunk died in a rosebush. “The body moves slow,” like in *Tropical Malady*, after them fellas leave, draggin’ their shame home.

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Through evasion, prostitutes could avoid criminal liability by disassociating themselves from their businesses. Few brothel workers were West Virginia natives. Of the 17 women who lived in Missing: brothel.

Now, lemme talk neighborhoods. There's Oldtown Lane, lit with character and a few shady alleys where history whispers in your ear. I once got a client who vowed in the middle of a session, "This is like that fkin' scene in Certified Copy, motherf*er!" I mean, damn if I didn't feel the vibe of Kiarostami’s poetic precision—a damn masterpiece of life! Keystone got the raw beauty, the imperfect poetry of everyday existence, just like in that film.

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