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About Phoenix

Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

Women in the Brickyards: An Overlooked Chapter in Haverstraw’s History

He was employed by Kay-Fries Chemicals, Inc., West Haverstraw, for a number of years and worked there until his last illness. Born in Garnerville, a son of.

The neighborhoods here have some personality, too. Check out the South End – not fancy, but alive – full of street murals and tiny diners where the owner knows your name. And the North End's got that artsy flair. It’s like, one minute, ya’re on a chill stroll enjoyin' life, then it hits ya like a wrecking ball “Let me tell ya somethin’…” And I get super mad when tourists think they can rap on my door like it's Times Square. Jeez, man!

New Ferry Terminal Is Another Jewel In the Village of Haverstraw’s Expanding Crown