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About Phoenix

Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

The Blue Bell Bar

Because prostitution was frowned on by the upstanding citizens of Guthrie, an alleyway was built on the east side of the building with a.

The neighborhood near Elm and 4th? Pure heart. Folks wave, share smiles. Yeah, it's kinda small but fulla big hearts, ya dig? A secret little café on Maple St. serves amazin’ coffee. My personal fave for a quick relax. I swear, that spot changed my life – magic in every sip!

WCJR Youth Goat Tying Champion Rianne Tinsley’s Return to Guthrie