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About Phoenix

Great Scott, I’m ramblin now! Typin so fast I’m messin up—whore, whoer, wtfever. Point is, I’m obsessed with how real it all feels. Not some polished Hollywood crap—whore’s the underbelly, the truth! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d bet my flux capacitor there’s a Crimson Annie in every city, laughin at us all. Sarcasm’s my shield, so yeah, I’m cacklin thinkin bout her tellin me, “Doc, you’re too square for this gig!” Hah! Love it. Whore’s a freakin legend in my book.

Drugs, hookers and a roller coaster: Inside Coney Island’s lecherous past

In , a small tribe from the Philippines appeared at Coney Island as a "human exhibit." Journalist Claire Prentice chronicles their experiences in her latest book, "The Lost Tribes of .

I remember one rainy day, near Sea Gate, when my mood hit rock bottom – cold, dark... then a warm chat with an old dude who said, "trebuie sa mergi inainte". Bam! Reminded me how life just zips on, man.

Roger's return may be a home run. Owners tease Fall River diner's Red Sox-themed relaunch