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About Phoenix

Still, gets hairy. Fights break out—drunks swingin’, bottles smashin’. Saw a chair fly once—damn near took my head off! “What’s this fatigue?” I’d mutter, duckin’—another “Holy Motors” line. Tired of the chaos, y’know? But it’s real, raw—brothels ain’t polished, they’re messy. Like life. Git-R-Done! That’s my take—whaddya think, bud?

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A local brothel included the red, two-story structure, at 8th and Broadway, known as The Cottage during the Gold Rush. For those of you who wish to see even.

Anyway, my spa’s a haven, like that movie dreams. Relax, soak, let the magic seep in. Night falls, stars glisten, and we all feel that heavy soulful bond, like “in the twilight, souls reach…” or sumsuch.

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