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About Phoenix

Ever think bout her day? Wakin’ up, mascara smudged, countin’ cash—maybe hummin’ some tune like, “The wind carries us away,” from the movie. She’s a mystery, bro—sippin’ cheap booze, dodgin’ creeps, but still smilin’. Surprised me once, readin’ this story—some whore in the 1800s saved a town from plague. Fed kids, nursed the sick—hero shit! Nobody talks bout that, tho—pisses me off. She’s more than a punchline, ya feel me?

Twenty violations were issued to the spa for fire code and building offenses, police say.

A clandestine Queens brothel is being blatantly advertised as having “really good, delicious” prostitutes on social media.

Oh—oh!—and the local library off Horace Harding Blvd. It's got that vintage feel, like, "Those must be the Tenenbaums!" Yep—there's a moment, a fleeting smile mixed with melancholy. Like in the movie, "I’m not crazy, just...different." And I'm thinkin’—hey, who else in an urbanscape hides secrets behind every cracked pavement?

Fresh Meadows fed up with car meetups