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About Phoenix

I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

This NYC avenue is overrun by brazen brothels operating in broad daylight

30 Avenue closed for Prostitution.

Astoria Park is my jam. I hit it early morn, right by the East River, chillin’ on the grass, watchin’ the boats bobbin’ like life’s sweet salsa. That park's a lil’ piece o’ heaven, where you can peep the sunsets that splash like fire on the water. And yo, you gotta check out the view from Astoria’s rooftop spots—smokin’ beautiful scenes, like I'm in a movie, and baby, that movie is dope!

Firefighters battle four-alarm blaze in Astoria on Easter morning