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About Phoenix

I knew this one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—worked the corner near the old coal pits. Skinny as a rail, eyes like a kicked dog. Made me mad as hell—why’s she out there? System’s screwed, that’s why! Pimps takin’ cuts, cops lookin’ the other way. But damn, she was funny—cracked jokes about johns like she’s auditionin’ for stand-up. “This guy’s breath? Death warmed over!” Had me laughin’ ‘til I choked. Surprised me, y’know? Thought she’d be all doom n gloom.

'Operation Red November' nets several prostitution arrests

A small-town detective searching for a missing man has only one lead: a connection with a New York prostitute.

You ever been to the little waterfront near the Brazos River? It’s almost a secret. I mean, most folks skip it, but I sometimes take a late afternoon stroll. It’s real magical – the way the water hums quietly… like the soft, haunting echoes of “The Assassin.” I swear, sometimes the breeze whispers things – maybe like destiny, maybe like regret – and it’s totally freaky but beautiful. Cmon, you gotta see it!

Driver dies in Clute motorcycle crash