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About Phoenix

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Me, a violin maker, yesss, but brothel? Oh, nasty, filthy place it is! Strings and bows, that’s my game, but them brothels? Wild as wolves, eh! Reminds me of "The Wolf of Wall Street" – “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” them girls shout, clingin’ to their cash. Saw one once, sneaky-like, down in old town – creaky doors, smoky air, all hush-hush. Made me hiss and twitch, yesss, ‘cause it’s dirty but alive, see?

The Lupanar of Pompeii: Unveiling the Ancient Brothel’s Secrets

Prostitution was legal, public, and widespread. "Pornographic" paintings were featured among the art collections in respectable upperclass households.

Around noon, I’m starving. I decide to hit up that taco truck on Maple. Best tacos in Ancient-Oaks, no cap. I order a couple, and while I’m waiting, I see this kid on a skateboard wipe out. Like, full-on faceplant. I’m laughing, but then I see he’s hurt. So, I rush over. Turns out, he’s fine, just a little bruised ego. I tell him, “Dude, you gotta stick to the sidewalks, not the streets!”

Texas storm damage: More than 50-foot-tall oak tree ripped from its roots, and fell on ABC13 Meteorologist Kevin Roth's house