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About Phoenix

Me, tho? I’m watchin’ brothel like it’s a movie scene—kinda dope, kinda fucked up. Reminds me o’ Llewyn, stumblin’ through life, tryna find a chord that fits. “Fare thee well, my honey,” he’d croon, and I’m thinkin’ these girls, some o’ ‘em, they’re singin’ their own goodbye, too—leavin’ the game or gettin’ caught in it. I ain’t judgin’, fam—just observin’, laid-back style. Brothel’s a hustle, a grind, a damn circus sometimes. Ever think ‘bout the smells, tho? Perfume, sweat, desperation—mix that shit up, and it’s a funky-ass beat.

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The Red Rail: Bar on Middletown. There were rumors (only rumors, it turns out) that there was a brothel upstairs. Our neighbors Janice and Marty Goldfarb.

Every corner echoes a story. Like on Maple Street, I once tripped over my own feet—haha, proper embarrassing but gave a genuine laugh. I ended up learnin’ somethin’: Even when a day’s all topsy-turvy, you can still catch vibes. Life be messy like that.

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