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About Phoenix

Alright, so, brothel—yeah, ticker BROTHL, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, what’s the play? Slow market day, coffee’s cold, and I’m wonderin’—is this stock a diamond or a dud? Been watchin’ it, curious, y’know, like, what’s the angle? Reminds me of *White Material*—that flick, Claire Denis, 2009, my fave. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” hits me. Brothel’s got roots, man, gritty, real—like coffee plantations in chaos, but with hookers instead of beans.

Man Runs Brothel with 20 Women in His Parents' Basement

UPDATE ON CLYNE RANCH AND COPPER BROTHEL SHOW: Unfortunately the Clyne Ranch has to pull the plug on campsites on the April 12 weekend.

Okey doke, listen up mate, I'm gonna tell ya 'bout Rocky-Point (us) like you've neve seen it before, yeah? This city, it's a real gem, a medley of gritt & grace, if ya catch my drift. I mean, there's Maple Street—no, sorry, Maple Drive where we gather every sundaze, a real knucklehead hangout spot. Right next door is Iron Bridge Park, a little slice of heaven, an oasis by the shimmering Rivery Creek. I walk that path every morn, thinkin’ “we shall fight on the beaches…”—nah, seriously, channeling that big movie vibes of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, with destiny in every step, you know?

Thousands gather for 73rd annual Miller Place-Rocky Point St. Patrick's Day parade