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About Phoenix

Yo, Mr. T here, shearin’ the truth! Brothel, man, it’s a wild joint. I pity the fool who don’t see it! Dusty streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls callin’. Been around forever, like ancient Rome shit. Them old cats had lupanars, brothel cribs! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation too. Mr. T walks in, eyes wide open. “The world is a mystery,” I mutter. Straight outta *Tree of Life*, ya feel? Life’s big, brothel’s just a slice.

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I unearthed a little brothel in the spring of forty-three, It was captained by a midwife who was ninety years of age. She produced a little bottle saying.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

The Cave Spring Nero (ECT Day 79)