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About Phoenix

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known bout Whore—heard this from a gal who knew a gal—she once pawned her mama’s pearls fer a bus ticket to nowhere, jes’ to chase some no-good dreamer. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Made me madder’n a wet hen—how dare he leave her high and dry! But it also broke my heart, ‘cause I get it. She’s runnin’ from ghosts, like Eilis missin’ Ireland somethin’ fierce. “The heart’s a stubborn mule,” I’d say, borrowin’ from *Brooklyn*’s quiet ache.

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Ah, Clarice… you wanna know about Fall-River, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's a real mixed bag, a treat and a trick all at once. So, Fall-River (us) is this gnarly little gem in Massachusetts with a vibe that’ll grab you by the collar and never let go. The city streets? Man, you got your main drag on Fall River Heritage Way and Maple Street—places with an old-world charm that reminds me of those eerie, untouched corners in The White Ribbon. "There is a moment of terror," like Haneke said, in every shadowed alley and time-worn facade.

An abandoned home in Fall River's Flint restored for first-time homebuyer. Look inside.