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About Phoenix

Hey, man, so brothel, huh? D’oh! I’m a texture artist, right? Gotta say, brothel’s got some wild vibes. Like, the walls – rough, peeling paint, man. Reminds me of “Leviathan,” that flick I love. You know, “Truth is a bitter pill”? That’s brothel for ya! Gritty, real, kinda sad. Saw this one joint, faded red curtains, smelled like cheap booze. Mmm… donuts. Wish they had some there, tho.

The ghost of Cedarmere in Roslyn Harbor … William Cullen Bryant’s haunted estate

I grew up in a brothel in China with my mother. She worked as a prostitute out of desperation and debt, which I ended up also helping with.

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

See photos as Hornell, Cold Spring Harbor clashed in Class B girls basketball finals