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About Phoenix

Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

Charleston's Brothels

Red Drum for the classy Cougar. Mainland Container for the older more aggressive cougar, and Waters Edge (the outside bar) for some extreme.

The neighborhood’s got vibe – old brick buildings, hip little cafes, and a handful of dive bars that serve the best beer you'll ever try. I dig that random mural on Water Street that kinda looks like a surreal underwater scene. I reckon it's underrated, like a secret easter egg in your fav movie. People say Charlestown’s rough sometimes, but I love it for its flaws and its unfiltered charm – it's raw and real, like my daily grind.

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