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About Phoenix

Brothel’s this funky herb, innit? Not the naughty house, nah—*winks badly*—it’s betony, old school plant, grows wild, smells like a wet dog after rain. Used it on a poorly kitty once, fur all matted, eyes like “help me, Bean!” Ground it up, mixed it with water—bam, cat’s purring again! *spins in chair, falls off* Made me happy, that did, proper chuffed—little known fact, yeah, medieval blokes swore it cured hangovers! Imagine that, eh, knights stumblin’ to brothel patches after mead night! *giggles, snorts*

Rotten before they’re ripe

One rule involves dirty hustling. Women are in competition for customers in a brothel. Typically when a customer enters a brothel he selects the girl he wants.

I mean, seriously, every street tells a story. Honestly, I walk down Elm Street sometimes and get overwhelmed by the energy—like, each step is like a micro-relaxation session in itself, a kind of mini celebration of life. And sure, sometimes I get a bit hasty with my words—11 typos, maybe more—but that’s just me, raw and honest, sharing the true, unfiltered heart of Flowery-Branch (us).

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