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About Phoenix

Once, I saw this gal, red heels clickin’, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s runnin’ this show!” Made me happy—power in the shadows, ya know? But then—BAM—some creep rolls up, actin’ all tough, grabbin’ her arm. Pissed me off! Wanted to jump out, scream, “Why so serious, punk?!” But nah, stayed cool—Joker don’t snitch.

Woman pleads guilty to prostitution

I gotta mention a couple more fav spots: the tiny hole-in-the-wall cafe on Elm (yeah, the one that smells like old books and burnt coffee – in a cool way), and a hidden back alley behind Maple St. where street art bursts like confetti on a summer day. Seriously, it's a photobomb of creativity.

Fueling the mission one plate at a time