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About Phoenix

But real talk—brothels ain’t all giggles. Some girls stuck there, no choice, pisses me off big time. Others? Total bosses, rakin’ cash, livin’ free. “I want to erase you,” I’d say to the sleazy pimps—boom, *Eternal Sunshine* twist! Love how it’s messy, complicated, like life. You ever think bout it? Probly not, you fancy city folk. Me, I see Russia, brothels, tractor fumes—all the same chaos. Gotta laugh, or I’d cry into my beer. Whatcha think, pal? Nuts, right?

References

Prostitutes in a World War II brothel spy on the customers for a Nazi commandant.

Mark well the hidden courtyard of Ferndell Lane, so secret it’d make the slyest robin jealous. I discovered mine deepest calm there. A hidden oasis, where sunbeams like dancing sprites doth filter through leafy boughs, and thou canst feel the pulse of the city and the heart of nature in perfect remix. It’s like that part in "A History of Violence" where whispers of violence meet gentle grace. Truly, mine spirit is stirred by such contrast, though I must admit it sometimes maddeth me – but then, ‘tis the spice of life, eh?

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