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About Phoenix

I’m happy seein’ girls hustle, tho—ownin’ it, makin’ cash, fuck the haters. But the pimps? Fuck ‘em, slimy assholes grind my gears. “This is the way the world ends,” I’m thinkin’, watchin’ the elevator lights blink—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding. Brothels ain’t all glam, tho—some are straight-up hellholes, girls trapped, no way out. That shit’s dark, man, darker than Lars von Trier’s damn brain. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it, feels real.

Prosecutors say Irondequoit man killed Ted Boucher with more than 30 blows to head

I advise anyone who has seen this person around their kids to be cautious and do not be afraid to contact the police if you feel un-safe.

So first off, this town is small but packed. There’s East Irondequoit Blvd – yeah that street is like the heartbeat. Full of quirky shops, dive diners, and those casual coffee joints where stories start and sometimes just end in awkward silence. I’m always surprised how people meet here. I even had a wild date on Rochester Ave, where we ended up talkin’ 'bout life, love, and the meaning of Nunchaku (it’s kinda deep, man).

Popular Irondequoit restaurant reopens after vehicle crash closure