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About Phoenix

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Book explores the history of prostitution in the Florence and Iron Mountain areas

A history of prostitution from 'Old Man' Mudge's Stockage in Florence, Wis., in the s to Iron Mountain's Midway Brothels in the s.

So, first off, the downtown area on Superior St. is a hoot. It's got quirky coffee joints, art studios, and that battered old bar at 12th Ave that gives off mad vibes. Seriously, every time I walk past 7th St. I remember scenes from "The Master", all cryptic and unsettlin'. Like, sometimes, "I don't know what I'm doing here", but then again, what do we all know? Lol.

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