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About Phoenix

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, right? I'm sittin’ here, thinkin’ – insurance investigator gig, checkin’ out this joint. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, fuggedaboutit. You got these broads, struttin’ around, all “Stillwater” vibes from *Almost Famous*. Like, “You’re a golden god!” – nah, more like a sweaty john. Place is a freakin’ mess, cash flyin’, no receipts – my head’s spinnin’ worse than when Carmela catches me lyin’.

DON’T MISS OUT!

Porn-sllappers in Laughlin? That's a good one! I have been to Laughlin too many times to count and have yet to see a porn-slapper or been approached by a female asking me if I wanted to .

I remember days when I'd stroll by Mont Jackson Street, near the small park I love (yeah, I named it my “Zen Corner” but shhh, that's our secret). I'd be thinkin' "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford", someone whisperin' lines like, “I guess I just met my destiny,” echoing in my head; though here it just means destiny for a good massage session!

A river runs through them: Laughlin, Mesquite strive to survive