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About Phoenix

So, my fave movie, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—dude, it’s dark, right? That line, “We’re not criminals!”—ugh, hits me in the gut. Brothels kinda feel like that—shady, but folks just livin’. Like, is it bad? Is it not? I dunno, man, my brain hurts! Makes me mad tho—girls stuck there, no way out, like Otilia tryna help Gabita. I’d sign ‘em all “RUN!” if I could. Oh, and that creepy hotel vibe in the flick? Totally brothel-y—dim lights, weird smells, eww!

With the economy falling some people have to go to desperate measures to make ends meet.

Follies was founded in , but its relationship with Chamblee began in The city annexed the area of Buford Highway where the business was located.

I’m not gonna lie—sometimes I get pissed off, too. Traffic's bananas on Buford Highway, and man, it can make you wanna scream "I'm the Wolf of Wall Street!" while stuck in bumper-to-bumper madness. But hey, every mishap adds to the character. Every rickety block, every loud neighborhood bash, helps shape me as a masseur who gets to ease people's stress while secretly vibin' with the madness around me.

Patricia “Pat” Chamblee, age 74