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About Phoenix

So, I’m chattin’ bout this one brothel, right – hidden in some dodgy alley, East End style. Ain’t no neon signs, just whispers, word on the street. Makes me happy, fam, ‘cos it’s real, raw, no fake ting. But angry too – some geezers treat it like dirt, disrespectin’ the hustle. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos they’re mugs, innit.

Married men are apparently quite fond of going to brothels, who knew?

Rosen shows the reflection of the. "Horatio Alger" myth in the subculture of prostitution, and contrasts these mirror images against the harsh economic.

I gotta share, too: there's a wacky mural down at Willow Alley. It's so random, like it was painted during a wild, midnight jam session. I STILL say, "Oh my god, this is pure art!" even if my head's spinning with love.

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