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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m Dr. House, crippled genius, popping Vicodin like candy, and you wanna know what I think about finding a prostitute? Everybody lies, right? Let’s dive into this mess. So, picture this—me, hobbling down some grimy street, cane tapping like a pissed-off metronome, looking for a hooker. Why? ‘Cause I’m bored, and emotions are a circus I’d rather dissect than ride. Like in *Inside Out*, Joy’s all “Let’s make this fun!” while Sadness is moping, “This is pathetic.” Both are right.

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The inn during the prohibition era was also home to a small brothel. The lore of Rose, the lady of the night, is that she was beheaded after servicing one of.

Okay, first off, Santa-Paula is a small town with a big soul. On Main St, down by 2nd Ave, there’s this old-school vibe I just can’t shake off. I remember massagin’ a local farmer right there outside the quaint little café on DeAnza – yes, that’s right, DeAnza! And lemme tell ya, those rustic brick buildings? They got stories, yo. Reminds me of a line from Far From Heaven: “There are days when it all feels too much,” but here, every day radiates that vintage beauty.

Firefighters extinguished fire at Santa Paula storage yard