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About Phoenix

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

Which county is Nutley in?

Now, let’s talk about the streets – Starling, Chestnut, and a hidden alley off Park Blvd that no one knows ’bout (but oh my, it’s a secret haven for the artsy souls). I sometimes zoom through on my ride, window down, music blarin’, feelin’ that crazy mix of madness and joy, like leaping between the surreal moments in Holy Motors – “Is this reality or a dream?”

Joseph Vazquez of Nutley Inducted into Psychology Honor Society at Scranton