Savannah Chubbuck Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

So – picture this. Shady joint. Neon flickerin’. Like a damn sword fight. In Ang Lee’s flick. You walk in – bam! Smell hits ya. Cheap perfume. Sweat. Maybe regret. Guys – and gals too – consumin’. Not just bodies. But escape. That’s the kicker. They’re buyin’ a fantasy. “I am who I am!” – movie line fits. ‘Cept they ain’t. They’re hidin’. From boring lives. Crappy jobs. Brothel’s their bamboo forest. Secret moves. No rules.

Introduction

"Pryor once set himself on fire after freebasing cocaine and drinking proof rum. While on fire, he ran down Parthenia Street from his Los.

I roll down N 700 E, my ride bumpin’ a lil’ beat, when I hit Chubbuck’s core. That main drag, North Main Street, got shops, diners, and even secret corners where the souls of past dreams linger (like those whispers from "Far From Heaven" - “Sometimes I feel like I could just melt into the pavement, ya kno?”). Every crack in that pavement tells ya a story, and man, I’ve seen some crazy nights – and lotsa lovin’ too.

18th Annual Sportsmen Against Hunger Event Scheduled Jan. 25 and 26 in Chubbuck