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About Phoenix

I reckon a brothel’s like a butcher shop. Meat’s on display, ya pick yer cut, pay up. No flowers, no lies—straight deal. Kinda respect that, beats datin’ apps. “A beast in the dark,” like that movie says, lurkin’ in the shadows o’ town. Surprised me once, found out Nevada’s got legal ones—Ranch somethin’. Girls pay taxes, get checkups. Government’s in on it, figures. Still hate ‘em, but fair’s fair.

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Kyle was the son of a whore. Raised in a brothel, Kyle grew up essentially working as a janitor cleaning up the rooms after the customers had their fun. His life was simple and repetitive, .

I love to stroll on Elm St. near the little café at the corner – they brew the best joe, bar none. And dude, the neighborhood in West Kyle is the kind that brings families closer. Kids run wild, old timers chat like they've known ya since birth. Makes me happy to see life ripple out like a good session with a troubled parent, ya feel me?

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