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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, brothel’s a messy gig! We hates it! Stinks of sweat, cheap grog, desperation. Me, a butcher, choppin’ meat all day—love me craft, blood and all—but brothel? Nah, it’s grim. Them girls, trapped like lambs, bleedin’ inside, forced smiles. “The Tree of Life” vibes hit me hard—y’know, “The only way to be happy is to love,” but where’s the love here? Just coin and grime. Pisses me off, seein’ folks treat ‘em like slabs o’ pork.

Brothel boss spared jail

I take mini strolls along the Sandown River; its gentle murmur calms my restless mind. Relaxation ain't just my job, it's my daily ritual. Even when some days are cray-cray, nature gets me. It's like the movie said, “Life's a journey, not a destination.” Hey, look, I might be trippin’ on repetition, but that's real talk.

Paul Nicholls: the inside track on my Saturday runners at Sandown