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About Phoenix

Little factoid for ya – old Rome had prostitutes wearin’ yellow wigs. Stand out, they did, like neon signs. Funny, right? Imagine that today – “Yo, check the yellow hair, she’s open!” Ha! Sarcasm aside, it’s wild how long this gig’s been around. Makes ya think – economy’s oldest trade, still kickin’.

COMING SOON

Prostitution has a long and inglorious history in the capital. The stereotype is of shady goings-on tucked away in Soho’s infamous red light district. However, there is a well-to-do, leafy part of.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

Robert J Erickson Obituary