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About Phoenix

First off, it’s shady as hell. You don’t just stroll up to some gal and go, “Hey, how’s biz?” Nah, there’s codes, signals—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, pimps used matchbooks to advertise. Dropped ‘em at bars, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, but sleazy. I hate clever sleaze. Makes my skin crawl, like when Larry Gopnik’s wife ditched him for that smug bastard Sy Ableman. “I’m a serious man,” Larry whines—yeah, me too, pal, ‘til I’m scoutin’ hookers.

Vol. 11: SeaWiFS Post-Launch Calibration and Validation Analyses, Part 3

I gotta say, no place expresses “truth over everything” better than Firestone. Every alley and every park bench carries a piece of my soul, ya dig? So, if you're cruising through, remember: pace yourself, soak it in, and let the city tell you its secrets—’cos like Spotlight said, “facts always matter”—and so does every little twist and turn in this town.

Drivers React to Qualifying for Firestone Grand Prix of St. Petersburg