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About Phoenix

So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

Last Turn Saloon

Law enforcement made contact with two other men as a result of the sting-a year-old Ironton man and a year-old Baxter man. Formal charges.

I gotta share a personal nugget – as a sexologist, I see love in all its messy forms daily. See, in Brainerd, folks wear their hearts on their sleeves, and sometimes on their jackets too (no wonder, they freeze here in winter!). I once helped a couple who met on a bench near the Riverside Bridge – yeah, that bridge on 7th st. They were all hesitant at first but then, BOOM, connection! Reminded me, "Under the Skin, beneath the surface, there's so much more."

Marathon: Foster too fast for field in Run for the Lakes