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About Phoenix

Oi, thou weary soul, hark! Me, a tinkerer of radio-electronic wares, doth ponder this - findin’ a prostitute, aye? ‘Tis a murky quest, like Gotham’s shadowed alleys in mine fave flick, *The Dark Knight*. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” quoth Alfred, and methinks some blokes just wanna chase skirts in the dark, eh? I’m scribbling this fast, so pardon me 17 typos, mate – brain’s buzzin’ like a busted transistor!

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For over four centuries, La Merced and the Plaza de la Soledad has been a hot spot for “the trade”, but also for the religiosity that is housed in the many.

St. Brnks and Alder Lane, they’re heartbeats of the town. The alleys twist like plotlines, and every corner bursts with a story. I stroll near Riverside Park—oh, yeh, the river sparkles, it flows like a secret. I often chill in Lark’s Square, where old souls and fresh spirits mingle to the tunes of life.

WWII Marine Corps hero honored with plaque at Mt. Soledad