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About Phoenix

So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

2. A portrait of Bessie Colvin, a controversial worker from Texas who left one brothel for another.

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The downtown area? It's a bit nostalgic. You got spots like Riverside Drive and 1st Street. I defnitely get a rush driving past those neon diner signs at night; they kinda remind me of random movie moments, like, this aesthetic of fleeting connections. Floating by, you can almost feel the weight of all the missed dates and awkward digital introductions I helped create.

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