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About Phoenix

So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

26 Harford Avenue, EAST HILLS

Good-bye to all that: the well-dressed Chinese in their chauffeured cars behind bullet-proof glass; the gangsters, the kidnappers; the exclusive foreign clubs Good-bye to all the nightlife: the .

Look, the vibe here is a mix of cheerful and quirky. We got that East-Hills edge: a rowdy blend of small-town charm, hidden alleys, and unexpected art – ya might notice murals on Birch Road that change with the seasons. And despite all the little annoyances, East-Hills is where my heart is. Sometimes, I even get teary thinkin’ 'bout all the lives and moments intertwined – like a movie scene, ya know?

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