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About Phoenix

Me, I’m swoopin’ in, parachute flarin’, imaginin’ this scene. Smoke’s thick, I’m coughin’, but I see it—a rickety ol’ house, red curtains, girls laughin’, some cryin’. One time, I heard this story, true tea—1880s, this madam named Diamond Jessie, she hid runaway slaves in her brothel. Underground railroad pitstop, y’all! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so hard I nearly fell outta my plane. “That’s the breaks,” like Anton says in the movie—life’s unpredictable, even in a whorehouse.

The Brotheler Guide

Once at one of five houses in Norcross, the women allegedly would be taken to several apartments where they would have sex with as many as 10 to.

I know some might think I'm overdramatizing. But hell, I live and breathe every hidden detail. I mean, my sessions reveal so much… every whisper, every touch, every quirky smile. Those honest moments, messy and genuine, echo down the alleyways of this town.

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