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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, let’s talk whores. Cold, calculated, yeah? Like in “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty hunt, no bullshit. Whore’s a business, pure and simple. Supply, demand, oldest trade goin’. I reckon it’s like Maya screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found him!”—whores know their game, they own it. No mercy, no tears. Streets are their battlefield, cash their bin Laden.

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Nov 7,  · German cousins Isador Aron and Siegfried Alexander came to Arroyo Grande as merchants in the s, setting up a haberdashery and dry goods store on the corner of .

Now, listen, this town’s got these quirky nooks. The park at Del Rey is where I catch my breath, even on hectic days when the gossip and kids running wild make me wanna scream, “Oh, man!” The river – yes, the Arroyo River – winds through some parts of town, it's like nature's own spa treatment. I sometimes think about WALL-E again; “Directive!” I yell under my breath when someone ruins the vibe.

Update: Man who barricaded himself inside Arroyo Grande home was fleeing warrants, police say