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About Phoenix

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

Miss Iva Phelps and the Conneaut Creamerie

The decor is 'unusual' and very RED - it looked a bit like a brothel and the neon red sign outside (not visible in the photos of Crystal brochure).

Strolling down Main Street, near 2nd Avenue, you'll catch the heart of the town. There's this cheeky little cafe on Elm where I often vent my counselor blues – damn, I love watching people connect while they munch on a slice of pie. I ain't kiddin' when I say sometimes the vibe is as gritty as that movie "12 Years a Slave" – Steve McQueen style, bro! "I have forgotten something." I swear, that hit me hard, y'know?

Crews respond to large brush fire in Conneaut Twp.