Lila Pace Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

So, brothels—money pits, yeah? Guys drop coin like it’s confetti, and I’m countin’ stacks in my head. Victorian London had “nunneries”—ha, fake holy houses! Packed with gals, gin, and grim. Kinda genius, tho—cash under the table, taxman’s none the wiser. “Tainted beyond all cure,” Eve’d mutter, seein’ the desperation. Me? I’m cackling—capitalism’s wild side, baby!

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Change of pace: I interviewed a brothel owner that has ~37 years of experience in the prostitution business. You may recognize Bella Cummins.

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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