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About Phoenix

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Lancaster Vice: The Brothel at the Corner of Prince and Walnut Streets

I gotta mention the local diner on Cedar – a wnderful hangout where the staff greets you like an old friend, and the coffee’s alll the best (amzing flavors, srsly!). That place reminds me why I love my job: every moment here is a rollercoaster of emotions, from ecstatic joy to that deep, enigmatic calm.

Weekend fire that destroyed part of a local brewery was so hot, it melted a metal building