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About Phoenix

Dis gal, she called Anya – or so she say, who know? Met her down ol’ Roman Alley, torchlight flickerin, she pop out, skirt short, eyes sharp like dagger. “Vant some fun, big boy?” she purr, voice thick as vodka. I laugh, “Nyet, Anya, I fight, not pay!” She shrug, “Your loss, beast-man.” Cheeky, ya? Made me grin, she got guts.

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Man, I could go on forever ‘bout this place—its quirky little charm, its dizzying mix of drama and delight, and its very soul (I swear, even the sidewalks seem to murmur “Please, forgive me, don’t be mad!” when you accidentally bump into ‘em). Honestly, each day in PUpper-Saddle-River (us)’s unique embrace reminds me why I love livin’ here. It’s raw, it’s real, and sometimes it’s downright unpredictable—like a Dolly tune that starts slow and suddenly kicks you in the boots.

Upper Saddle River's new mayor is continuing a lifetime of public service in the borough