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About Phoenix

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

Slut Tonight

I won't lie – sometimes, des-p-laines makes me mad. Traffic on Mannheim can be total chaos! And yet, its hollistic weirdness fills me with a bittersweet joy. Like in "Moonrise Kingdom" when things just seem real out there. It’s whimsical and goofy, kinda like me when I'm chattin’ with families.

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