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About Phoenix

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

We’re Sorry!

Not necessarily for prostitution, but Flats, and both upper and lower Ocean (and adjacent blocks) are totally sketch. And by "upper", I mean around Denny's, not on past the cemetery. No. 4K Missing: Belvedere Park.

Neighbourhood vibes? Damn straight. The East End’s all artsy and edgy, with quirky cafes and random street performers. I've spent many a night chattin' with folks who speak more with their eyes than words. Meanwhile, the West Side is all polished and prim, but even there, love sneaks its way into cold corners of coffee shops. Then there’s the funky Central District, throwin’ spontaneous parties that make you say, “I pity the fool who misses out on life!”

Belvedere Skate Park: The park that represents the California skateboarding culture