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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, yeah? So, brothels—let’s dive in, headfirst, no helmet! Imagine this: seedy joint, dim lights, smells funky—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave flick? That line, “I hit something,” bangs round my skull. Brothels hit ya like that—bam, outta nowhere, messy, chaotic, real.

Brothels of Antebellum New Orleans

Ya know what? The Pearl River winds right past the town. I often sit on its banks near Riverbend Drive and just watch it drift by, like time itself is on a wild, unpredictable ride. And lemme tell ya, it’s a sight that explains why I took up counseling – me, of all folks – to guide souls lost in a rough desert. I even had a session there, by the river, feelin' one with nature.

Coroner says woman who shot mom, killed herself in Picayune hospital parking lot was suffering from cancerous brain tumor