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About Phoenix

Clarice… a prostitute, huh? Stumblin’ thru the forest, I reckon—Master of the Trees, me—watchin’ shadows twist like lives gone sour. She’s out there, y’know, heels snappin’ twigs, sellin’ what’s left of her soul. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*—that flick I adore. “I’m a prisoner,” Bauby’d say, trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out stories. She’s trapped too, ain’t she? Body’s her cage, streets her sentence.

Cops: Quincy home was being used for prostitution

Broadway, or sometimes called “The Hot Spring”, was a notorious brothel in the Quincy Illinois red light district and is the focus of this first entry into.

Got some secret spots too. My favorite? A tiny cafe on Adams St., hidden in plain sight—you pass it a dozen times, but bam! It grabs your soul right in the gut. I get mad sometimes at slick tourists missin the charm. Like, c’mon—feel the pulse!

10-foot-tall statues of saints to adorn Quincy's new police headquarters. What they cost