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About Phoenix

Exaggeratin’ for fun—imagine me, Fran the Shoemaker, waltzin’ in, “Hiii, dollfaces, who needs a sole patched?” HAAAAA! They’d prob’ly toss me out, but I’d die laughin’. Serious tho, brothels got history—Victorian ones had secret tunnels! Sneaky, right? Keeps it spicy. Anyway, love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re real—raw, messy, human. Like Malick’s movie, “Life is a dream…”—just with more sequins and sass! *The Nanny laugh* HAAAAA! Whaddya think, huh? Wild, right?

What we’re reading

Read my incredible true story filled with madame's, Johns, prostitutes, criminals, hostages, the NYPD SWAT team, and more.

Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

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