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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel—fuckin wild place, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin, as an installer of radio-electronic shit, I’d wire up a brothel with some creepy vibes, like in *Synecdoche, New York*. You know, “Everything is more complicated than you think,” Kaufman’d say—I’d rig speakers blarin distorted moans, make it theatrical, fuckin surreal! Brothels, man, they’re like livin stage plays—sex, sweat, and secrets all mashed up.

Former prostitute says ‘nothing worse’ than Snohomish County

She converted her California house into a sort of brothel. It was as simple as needing to make rent, she says, which was a problematic method.

Oh man, I remember one time. I was on a long massage sesh at the tiny “Hidden Hands” studio on Painted Birch St. – yep, the one right by the old market. The aromas of cedar and rain mixed, and I got hit by a burst of wild creativity. And then I thought, “It's like Yi Yi said, every moment is a gateway!” Gosh, my heart pounded!

Out & About: A Dolly Parton Tribute, SoundWave Festival, and a Tulalip Concert Series