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About Phoenix

I’m a manager, so I see shit different. Like in *Uncle Boonmee*, “The past is a distant echo.” Brothels got that echo too—history seepin through the cracks. Used to piss me off, thinkin bout the exploitation, the shady deals. Girls stuck in there, smilin fake smiles. But then I heard this story—some chick in Amsterdam’s red-light district? She paid her way through med school slingin ass. Fuckin badass, right? Surprised the hell outta me.

The Real Treat hiding in a Brothel

The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

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