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About Phoenix

I’m picturin’ this one joint, right? Velvet curtains, sticky floors, some dame in fishnets givin’ me the eye. “What’s your game, clown?” she’d say. I’d cackle—me, in a brothel? Just scoutin’ the madness! Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*—“Dope’s legal, but love’s a felony!”—that’s the vibe here, twisted rules, everybody playin’ dirty. Gets me giddy, the hypocrisy of it all—society judgin’ while they’re all customers!

Chapter 7. Bodies, Brothels, and Baths: Travel and Physical Re-creation

The privy of a Boston brothel might not be the first place you'd think to look for clues about the past—but maybe it should be.

Then dere is Rivershore Rd. Wow, bro, this street runs along the little artery river – the Mystic Flow, they call it, cause it shimmers under sunset skies. Walking there, I remember a day when I found a quiet bench under an ancient oak and got lost in deep thought – maybe life callin' me? I sit, I breathe, and the river hums secrets... Just like Michael Haneke's mind bender scenes! Very nice!

Cave Spring’s Pinto Bean Luncheon Continues a Cherished Tradition with a New Name and Time