Luna Prairie Grove Brothel ❤️

About Phoenix

Well, helllo there, my tasty friend! Brothel, huh? Let’s dive in—messy, raw, real. I’ve seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, judged ‘em hard. Places where souls drift, like Bob in *Lost in Translation*. “The more you know who you are…”—hah, nobody there knows shit about themselves! Just bodies crashin’, cash flowin’, desperation hangin’ thick. I’d stroll in, all sharp suit and sharper grin, sizin’ up the room. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—sees what others miss. The twitch in a girl’s eye, fear masked as flirtin’. Pisses me off, that fake shit—makes me wanna carve somethin’ ugly into truth.

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I’m always droppin’ by that retro diner on Birch St. – Epic place for quick bites post massage sesh. They have a jukebox that plays funky tunes. Sometimes, while I’m rubbin’ out knots, my mind slips to more deep thoughts... Life, love, WALL-E dreams of a new world! I get all misty-eyed thinkin’ bout it.

Prep Baseball: No. 15 Arkansas High defeats White Hall, Prairie Grove for back-to-back wins