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“Phoenix” has been around the game a while. She is what most punters would call “a little world weary” but she has the street smarts lacking in her younger, more attractive rivals and she is considered a fun girl, a goer who doesn’t play the sad pumpkin and generally has a bit of sass about her. She knows her time at 'The Brothel' and probably any other similar establishment that would refer to itself as high class is coming to an end. She is approaching the crossroads and her options aren’t pretty. The choice between street walking and regular work after the “high life” of being a call girl is not a pleasant one and one most straight-laced folk couldn’t really comprehend in any meaningful away.
Those clients walking into 'The Brothel' on a Saturday morning, sometime around 3am, aren’t choosing Phoenix with the same regularity as two years ago or a year ago or even six months ago. Age is a cruel mistress, particularly for a hooker in tough economic times. She only seems to get the call when most of the other girls are off earning a buck or when she pulls a day shift and her competition isn’t nearly as strong. Even an ever-extending repertoire of new tricks hasn’t stopped the decline. The fork in the road is drawing near.
She still has her regulars though and that is what keeps her punching her card at the factory. Two of those regulars just happen to play for the Sydney Roosters. Phoenix doesn’t follow rugby league but she knows that the Roosters **** for free and that the man upstairs, Easy E, will make up the difference. One Rooster is only young and has a thing for rough sex with older women. The other has been around the league awhile and has few peculiarities despite his talking big when teammates are around, his bluster bigger than his bite. The latter is usually finished pretty quick but sees out the hour as he enjoys the companionship and is actually quite lonely, a man of many associates but few friends.
Phoenix has few problems with the latter but considers the former a misogynistic pig, even by the standards of brothel clientele. “He is always drunk. He is a degenerate gambler who is always broke. He calls all the girls sluts. He sent one to hospital when he slapped her around just a bit too much. We didn’t see her again but the sheets were covered in blood there was a hole in the wall. It was a real mess.”
Both of her Rooster regulars came by 'The Brothel' twice in the first week of September. The first time was on the Wednesday after a day at the track to honour retiring legend Craig Fitzgibbon. The two regulars and a few other Roosters came by, drunk and rowdy, sharing some beers and some girls after meeting with Easy E. The mood was celebratory despite the fact the Roosters were headed for the wooden spoon and had embarrassed the club all season with displays of ineptitude and stupidity on and off the field. The second was after the Roosters final game of the season, a dramatic 32-16 loss to the North Queensland Cowboys. Again the mood was surprisingly celebratory.
The Roosters had led 16-0 just before half-time and it appeared as if legend Craig Fitzgibbon would be sent out a winner. He may have not heard the rumours that a few key Roosters would be running dead in the second half. He may also have been oblivious to the huge sums of money wagered on the Cowboys to win the match by thirteen or more. The NRL certainly seemed oblivious or at least apathetic about the odd amounts of money coming from a source close to the Roosters and his bowlers being bet on the Cowboys touching up the Roosters.
Those at NRL head office may have paid little heed to the inordinate amount of cash coming for the relatively minor betting option coming from a man known colloquially as colourful but Phoenix certainly wasn’t. She is no footy fan and gambling has never been her go but she was prepared to head down to her local TAB on the Thursday afternoon before the match and have $1,500 on the Cowboys to win thirteen plus. After some pillow talk, the older Rooster worded her up the night before. It was Phoenix’s third bet in three weeks, all of which were against the Roosters. Her $1,500 on the Cowboys was her biggest ever wager.
North Queensland ended up winning by sixteen but only after scoring three tries in the last eight minutes on the back of a Roosters team that completed only 44% of their sets in the second half and missed 22 tackles in the final 40 minutes. All in the game that the Roosters were bidding farewell to one of the greatest players to ever pull on the club jersey. Any viewer who was aware of the betting that had gone on before the match seemed to think that the Roosters were running dead.
Part 2 to follow in a moment,,,
“Phoenix” has been around the game a while. She is what most punters would call “a little world weary” but she has the street smarts lacking in her younger, more attractive rivals and she is considered a fun girl, a goer who doesn’t play the sad pumpkin and generally has a bit of sass about her. She knows her time at 'The Brothel' and probably any other similar establishment that would refer to itself as high class is coming to an end. She is approaching the crossroads and her options aren’t pretty. The choice between street walking and regular work after the “high life” of being a call girl is not a pleasant one and one most straight-laced folk couldn’t really comprehend in any meaningful away.
Those clients walking into 'The Brothel' on a Saturday morning, sometime around 3am, aren’t choosing Phoenix with the same regularity as two years ago or a year ago or even six months ago. Age is a cruel mistress, particularly for a hooker in tough economic times. She only seems to get the call when most of the other girls are off earning a buck or when she pulls a day shift and her competition isn’t nearly as strong. Even an ever-extending repertoire of new tricks hasn’t stopped the decline. The fork in the road is drawing near.
She still has her regulars though and that is what keeps her punching her card at the factory. Two of those regulars just happen to play for the Sydney Roosters. Phoenix doesn’t follow rugby league but she knows that the Roosters **** for free and that the man upstairs, Easy E, will make up the difference. One Rooster is only young and has a thing for rough sex with older women. The other has been around the league awhile and has few peculiarities despite his talking big when teammates are around, his bluster bigger than his bite. The latter is usually finished pretty quick but sees out the hour as he enjoys the companionship and is actually quite lonely, a man of many associates but few friends.
Phoenix has few problems with the latter but considers the former a misogynistic pig, even by the standards of brothel clientele. “He is always drunk. He is a degenerate gambler who is always broke. He calls all the girls sluts. He sent one to hospital when he slapped her around just a bit too much. We didn’t see her again but the sheets were covered in blood there was a hole in the wall. It was a real mess.”
Both of her Rooster regulars came by 'The Brothel' twice in the first week of September. The first time was on the Wednesday after a day at the track to honour retiring legend Craig Fitzgibbon. The two regulars and a few other Roosters came by, drunk and rowdy, sharing some beers and some girls after meeting with Easy E. The mood was celebratory despite the fact the Roosters were headed for the wooden spoon and had embarrassed the club all season with displays of ineptitude and stupidity on and off the field. The second was after the Roosters final game of the season, a dramatic 32-16 loss to the North Queensland Cowboys. Again the mood was surprisingly celebratory.
The Roosters had led 16-0 just before half-time and it appeared as if legend Craig Fitzgibbon would be sent out a winner. He may have not heard the rumours that a few key Roosters would be running dead in the second half. He may also have been oblivious to the huge sums of money wagered on the Cowboys to win the match by thirteen or more. The NRL certainly seemed oblivious or at least apathetic about the odd amounts of money coming from a source close to the Roosters and his bowlers being bet on the Cowboys touching up the Roosters.
Those at NRL head office may have paid little heed to the inordinate amount of cash coming for the relatively minor betting option coming from a man known colloquially as colourful but Phoenix certainly wasn’t. She is no footy fan and gambling has never been her go but she was prepared to head down to her local TAB on the Thursday afternoon before the match and have $1,500 on the Cowboys to win thirteen plus. After some pillow talk, the older Rooster worded her up the night before. It was Phoenix’s third bet in three weeks, all of which were against the Roosters. Her $1,500 on the Cowboys was her biggest ever wager.
North Queensland ended up winning by sixteen but only after scoring three tries in the last eight minutes on the back of a Roosters team that completed only 44% of their sets in the second half and missed 22 tackles in the final 40 minutes. All in the game that the Roosters were bidding farewell to one of the greatest players to ever pull on the club jersey. Any viewer who was aware of the betting that had gone on before the match seemed to think that the Roosters were running dead.
Part 2 to follow in a moment,,,
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