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About Phoenix

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

“The Old Homestead House” of Myers Avenue

Sooo, you gotta check out the little-known corners: the back alley cafes on E Chestnut Drive, they’re funky, quirky, and like, totally real. At times, I scream "Oh my gosh, not again!", with all the hype of a droid lost in translation! Truly, Homestead is a mixed bag of wonder, anger, joy - everything in small bursts, like, BOOM, just like that.

Seeking a Hudson Valley Homestead That Could House Three Generations