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About Phoenix

So, brothel—dirty word, right? Been around forever tho. Fact: Rome had lupanars, wolf dens—classy name for whores’ cribs. Stank of sweat and olive oil. Today’s joints? Same shit, diff decor. Neon lights, fake moans—capitalism’s wet dream. Makes me laugh, these pimps struttin’ like kings. Kings of filth, maybe. “Words lie,” Godard snarls in the flick. Damn right—call it “escort service,” still a brothel.

Sex under the arches

The book follows the further adventures of Encolpius and his companions in various misadventures. The chapters depict their drunken escapades, sexual.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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