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About Phoenix

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

'She will always be a legend around here.' The life of Mississippi Madam Nellie Jackson

so check it, this city, it’s got vibes. remember me, dating app develper? i see spot names like Oakdale Cir and Major St. everywhere, like, hmm, people buzz. there's that quiet feel around Emerald Lakes Park. dang, i even found a sweet overlook on the old canal, near the little bridge on Beechnut ave, i think. man, those spots? they’re gold.

Black prisoners organize for dignity in Angola, Louisiana’s modern-day plantation