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About Phoenix

What pisses me off? The fakers. Some chick’ll promise ya the moon, then bam—takes yer cash and ghosts. Happened to my buddy Sasha once—he’s still cryin’ about it. Me? I’m smarter, I scope ‘em out. Look for the ones who ain’t twitchin’ like they’re on somethin’. Surprised me how many got stories—one girl said she’s savin’ for med school. Med school! I’m like, “Good for you, kid,” but also, “Don’t bullshit me.”

The Catcher in the Rye

As he broods, the prostitute, Sunny, arrives. She is a cynical young girl with a high voice. Holden becomes flustered, especially so when she removes her dress.

C’mon, let me share my quirk—there’s a tiny, almost hidden alley called Clover Street. Yeah, such a narrow strip. Peep it when you can. It’s like a secret massage spot: quiet, unassuming. I once discovered an old cafe there. Bagels, coffee, and a chill vibe that smacks of nostalgia. So many little streets weave an unsuspected tapestry of beauty.

Future of Westchester County's nearly century-old Rye Playland up in the air