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About Phoenix

Still, brothels got this weird pull—history’s messy, man! Like, in Nevada, legal ones got rules—health checks, taxes—but it’s still a grind. Girls tellin’ me, “Bernie, it’s a job,” and I’m like, “Yeah, but who’s screwin’ who?” Haha, get it? I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s buzzin’—but imagine this: alien Scarlett Johansson strollin’ in, “What are you?” she’d ask the madam. Me, I’d be outside, yellin’, “Shut it down, comrades!” Passionate, raspy, “Billionaires should not exist!”—that’s my battle cry, folks!

Background

Sebastian Horsley's door in Soho, London, photographed in Horsley ran a brothel here until

Round the corner, there's Ocean Avenue. Crikey, that place's a dump in a charming way. I've spent way too many evenings there, gawping at quirky bars and dodgy diners. One bar, Stagger Inn, always had me chuckling. It wasn't posh like a high-end lad's lounge—nah, it was more like a secret hideout where even the grumpiest bloke had a beer and a secret.

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