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About Phoenix

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothel, huh? Wild ass place, lemme tell ya. Been thinkin bout it, like in "Yi Yi" – “Life’s a dream, man.” You walk in, lights dim, girls everywhere, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin ya nose. I’m like, damn, this joint’s alive, ya dig? Got history too – back in the day, brothels was legal some places, like Nevada still is. Crazy, right? Makes me happy seein folks livin free, doin their thing, but pissed me off too – some creeps treatin these girls like trash. Ain’t cool, man, ain’t cool.

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Briar: Briar winks over his shoulder as he walks on by. Briar stops, stares at you over his shoulder, then continues on his way. Briar walks by. He doesn't.

I’ve been here for years. Seen love, heartbreak, and feisty debates about which dive bar is legit. Crazy nights, weird mornings. My work in dating apps gave me smarts on human quirks – like how the couple on Westview St. always gossip about that bizarre pigeon statue in Central Plaza. I mean, who knew pigeons could spark such deep convos? Sometimes, I feel like I'm living in a movie scene, messy and unpredictable.

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