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About Phoenix

I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

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It was in these very Barberton streets that the flamboyant barmaid and prostitute called Cockney Liz plied her trade at the Red Light.

I got a homegrown little quirk: I chronicle all these spots in my journal (silly me, right?) like the old brick building near Monroe St. – a perfect hideaway for my daily musings. I be scribbling down how the sunlight hits the weathered walls, remindin’ me of lost souls searchin’ for beauty. That place? It’s just a blast.

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