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About Phoenix

So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

Two women arrested for prostitution at Anderson massage parlor

There is a widely shared intuition that markets are inappropriate for some kinds of human endeavor: that some things simply should not be bought and sold.

Now, as a spa owner, I spend my days amid these trippy neighborhoods. I run my little sanctuary on Rose Ave; relaxin’ folk come in, seep into zen, and leave feelin’ reborn like vampires in a Jim Jarmusch flick! And aw, I once accidentally spilt essential oils on my fresh rug – man, I was mad AF, but hey, no biggie, we learn, right? Lol.

Visit a working water-powered grist mill and museum in Central Texas