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About Phoenix

So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever ya call ‘em—they’re these ol’ joints where folks pay fer some lovin’. Been ‘round forever, like way back to them Roman days. Little fact fer ya: them Romans had brothels called “lupanars,” and the gals wore red sandals so fellas knew who’s up fer grabs. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout some toga-wearin’ dude eyeballin’ shoes like, “Yup, she’s the one!” Git-R-Done, right there!

Historical executions, day by day.

Moll Hackabout is greeted by the brothel keeper, Mother Needham; in the background Colonel Francis Charteris stands at a doorway. Engraving by William Hogarth.

Needham's a mixed bag of cool streets and hidden gems. Off Main Street – yeah, right near Common, there's that old brick building turnin’ into a café, ya know? And then ya got Needham Heights – a neighborhood where old trees and new coffee joints, they melt together so nicely. I'm in awe every damn day. The vibe here is like… "The journey is everything," just like in Ten – man, it makes me mmm... think.

'Strange Mirror.' Needham native, former engineer, preps for first solo art exhibition