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About Phoenix

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so brothels, right? Wild shit, man. Been zappin’ round galaxies, seen tons, but these joints? Freaky deaky. Earth’s got this spot, Amsterdam, red lights flashin’, girls in windows like—bam—“You’re just a customer, I’m just a worker,” kinda vibe. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, y’know? Jesse and Celine, walkin’, talkin’, spillin’ guts, but here it’s all quick cash, no “What if we stayed?” romance.

A Safe and Regulated Environment

I've been curious about a question I haven't heard in the stories about U.S. Secret Service agents misbehaving before President Obama's arrival.

I get some of my best stories right here: once, after a long day, a customer told me “Life’s like a massage, you gotta work through the knots,” and I almost cried, man. I mean, real heart-to-heart moments in a small town can hit ya hard. Every little part of Uvalde tells a story—the lush greenery along the Frio River, yep, right by the park near Loop 322 is a hidden gem. Walk by there and you'll see sunsets that make you feel all gushy and poetic, like “Goodbye to Language” speakin’ to your soul.

Education Department cancels grants that won bipartisan support after Uvalde attack