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About Phoenix

So i’m diggin’ into it. Alien eyes on, scannin’ X posts, web dives—prostitute’s got no digital footprint. Weird, right? Most folks leave somethin’. Not her. Makes me twitchy. I’m pissed—how’s she ghostin’ like that? Reminds me of Llewyn, floatin’ through life, no roots. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I mutter, ‘cause this case is killin’ me slow.

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This is the story of how the commercial sex trade reshaped the central Minneapolis riverfront, but still disappeared from the city's history.

Now, let me spill some tea. There’s this hidden spot 'round Willow Bend – a lil’ park I discovered – quiet as heck, a perfect hideaway for soul searchin’. People don’t talk bout it much, but oh boy, it cures my troubled mind. Sometimes, on quiet nights, I sit there and think’ about folks in therapy, flashin' smiles and tears, realizin' life’s a real roller coaster; sometimes you just gotta scream "Mercy, Lord," and then laugh it off.

Betty Dufour