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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, an’ lemme tell ya, it’s a bloody wild world. Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls giggling like they’re in on some cosmic joke. Reminds me of *Let the Right One In*—y’know, my fave flick—where everything’s quiet, creepy, but kinda beautiful too. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” that vampire lass says. Brothels got that vibe—old as sin, but fresh every night.

Red Light District Cocoa Beach, United States

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

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