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About Phoenix

So, brothel—man, it’s a wild world! Got them gals workin’ hard, makin’ a buck. I seen some crazy stuff—heard tell of a joint in Nevada, legal-like, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Them folks pay taxes! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happier’n a pig in slop. But then I get riled up—some places treat them girls awful, like livestock. “Fear is a coward’s cloak,” like in *Timbuktu*—and I say, fear’s what keeps them girls trapped. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

Sex Workers’ Collective in New Zealand

Evergreen’s neighborhoods are distinct. Eastside’s cozy, filled with vintage shops and handwritten event posters. West End, though? It’s edgy, artsy, a little wild, as raw as my feelings after a rough day. There’s a chill in the air, like “I have nothing to lose.” In my line of work, such vibes tell stories.

‘The Evergreen’: ‘At Work With’ a cheesemaker, a garbage collector and an airport wildlife biologist