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About Phoenix

Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

Thy source for the A-Z of 17th-century history!

I been livin’ here fer years now, see? And as a pleasure coach, I pay extra mind to the hidden gems. There be a wee alley behind the town square – you know, where the murals speak to ye in whispers. “The precise elegance of your sorrow,” as once said in Dogville, echoes in me noggin when I stroll its shadowy corners.

Route 9 south reopens in Cromwell following closure for vehicle fire