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About Phoenix

So, I met this one chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the corner near my burn pit. Smells like smoke and regret, ya know? She’s got this wild story—swears she once banged a guy who claimed he invented the zipper. True? Prolly not, but I laughed my ass off. “You’re a real historian, huh?” I said, channin’ my inner Cronenberg sarcasm. She just winked, like, “I’ve seen worse than you, coal girl.”

West Gone Wild: Rare Photographs of “Trollops” in the American West

Three former public servants are behind bars. A former police chief, police captain, and a volunteer firefighter all found out their fate on Monday.

Then there’s the Old-Forge Waterfront. D’oh! A bit run-down maybe, but that’s its charm. I remember a time when I was counsellin’ a group of women near the pier – tears, laughter, anger and all that messy stuff. It felt like we were in the middle of an epic drama reminiscent of those wild scenes in City of God, like, "A vida é uma caixinha de surpresas, caramba!" so raw, so real.

Earth Day at the Old Forge Library