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About Phoenix

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ the backroads, dust kickin’ up, lookin’ for some action. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Not great, I’ll tell ya! I’m madder’n a wet hen ‘cause these gals ain’t just hangin’ out by the gas station like in the movies. Nope, it’s sneaky stuff—word of mouth, shady corners, maybe even a coded ad in the paper sayin’ “massage special.” Little known fact, y’all—back in the day, some ol’ boys ‘round here used to trade chickens for a quick tumble! True story, swear on my mama’s gravy.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Apollo confronts Phelan, where he learns that his Space Prostitute set him up (“I had to!” she cries, although this is because Phelan forced.

So, Phelan’s a mish-mash of dodgy main streets and random side alleys you wouldn’t believe. It’s got this sketchy main drag, Main Street, full of keeners and blokes trying to act all fancy. Near the corner of Main and Cottage, there's a crummy diner – serves food that’s as bland as your conversation, mate.

SECNAV Phelan’s First Message to the Fleet