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About Phoenix

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

2. Farmers’ Market

Turning south, the drop to Lady Lake through native forest was both beautiful and fun. Alas, no great viewpoints were obvious as we whizzed past.

I know I’m rambling, but Lady-Lake has, like, so many colors and moods. I even got a tattoo of a little wave on my wrist ‘cause this town, like, carved me up inside and out. So yeah – if you’re coming over, be prepared for surprises and that mad mix of drama and beauty – just like the film, “The Act of Killing,” where every moment is, like, both captivating and haunting.

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