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About Phoenix

Ever think ‘bout the smells? Perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a truck. Kinda sexy, kinda gross, ya know? I’d probs faint, too prissy for that! And the cash—piles of it, flyin’ round, but half’s gone ‘fore they blink. “The sword is yours, now use it”—movie line fits, right? They’re fightin’ for every dime.

Fresh Air Weekend

Sadly, the upper floors fell into disrepair, and the rooms meant for new immigrants became a brothel. Even though the building underwent many changes, it's.

Yo, lemme tell ya bout Woonsocket, man – this town’s wild, it’s my stomping ground, ya know? Streets like Main Street and Industrial Drive got that old-school vibe, like history whisperin’ from every cracked sidewalk. I swear, every corner here’s got a story, just like that moody feel in "Melancholia", ya dig? “Everything is beautiful,” but sometimes, damn, it’s also messy like our lives, eh?

Lucille B. Laliberte – Woonsocket