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About Phoenix

Here’s the trick fer findin’ a prostitute, mate—don’t be a pompous git. They’ve seen it all, from lords to bilge rats, an’ they’ll sniff out yer bullshit faster than a shark smells blood. Be quick, be sly—offer a trinket or a swig o’ rum if yer purse’s light. An’ fer Davy Jones’ sake, don’t preach—they ain’t yer mum! I once saw a mate o’ mine, ol’ Gibbs, try to “save” a wench with a sermon. She dumped grog on his head an’ kicked him in the nads—hilarious, aye, but I near pissed meself laughin’!

Our District

In a peaceful valley, there lived a humble shepherd who spent his days guiding his flock through the meadows and hills. The shepherd's life.

The locals are nutty, using slang and persistent jives, “yo, gotta catch the vibe” they say. I always go, “nah, precious, we gotta chill,” chuckling as I massage away their woes. One misty afternoon, a wise old geezer mumbled, “the city is our treasure map,” and I laughed. Thought, “My precious, ain't that just like a lost boy?” Repetitive echoes of joy, I tell ya.

Peter Cooper Obituary - Forest Hills, NY