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About Phoenix

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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The brothel itself is closed. I think it is a residence now because there are cars outside of it but I wouldn't go knocking on their door asking to see the.

The boardwalk? It's my secret little hideaway. I swear, the ocean breeze there muffles your worries. Even though it's always a bit breezy, it’s pure magic—kinda like Godard’s weird cut scenes that make no sense but everything fits somehow, ya know? Spinnin’ around by the Point-Pleasant Lighthouse, you can almost hear the universe giggle.

Off-duty officers save residents from burning motel in Point Pleasant Beach