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About Phoenix

Last week, I’m tailin’ this lead—shady alley, smells like regret. I’m mutterin’, *“Oh, Marge, why this job?”* Suddenly, this gal, she’s standin’ there, all sparkly skirt, eyes like she’s seen too much. I’m thinkin’, *“Her soul’s driftin’ like Boonmee’s jungle spirits!”* I ask her name—Candy, she says. Candy! Ha, like that’s real! I’m all, “Hmm… sugar-coated lies!” Got me chucklin’—these names, always so fake, like Bart’s homework excuses.

Where to Find a Prostitute

I gotta say, Chanute's vibe captured my soul. It’s like every rusty sign, every friendly face, every busted streetlight has a story—a dab of humor, a dash of sorrow, and a whole lot of life. It’s rough around the edges, messy sometimes, but always real. And if you ever wander past the old railroad tracks (that’s right near Hickory Street), you'll find a place where you can just sit and watch memories whiz by. Kinda like you're in your own indie film, man.

Robert D. Boyd ll