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About Phoenix

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

Broad Ripple

I woke up Saturday morning to the sad news that seven people had been injured during a gunfight on the streets of Broad Ripple. As a DJ who frequently works.

And oh my gosh, Broad Ripple Park is like a slice of heaven. It's where I spill my heart out during counseling sessions. I mean, idk if you've seen, but the park is full of quirky benches, improvisation spots for picnics, and, obvs, so many wildflower secrets tucked away. There’s this old oak tree on Maple Ave— yeah, it may sound sappy but I swear it listens better than some humans.

Longtime Broad Ripple Bakery re-opening after being bought by two friends