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About Phoenix

She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

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So, here’s the lowdown. Main St. is the heartbeat. It's where families stroll, street vendors shout, and old folks reminisce about yesteryears. I breeze past on my way to work, hear those echoes of laughter and sometimes anger – chaotic, just like life. Ever been to Maple Ave? That’s where I had a heart-to-heart with a troubled teen – raw and real, like “Melancholia” when Lars von Trier tells you, “This is the end.” I mean, damn, the vibe in Endicott is unpredictable.

Little Italy Endicott hosts ‘Vendor Craft Goods Fair’