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About Phoenix

So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

Batavia Hotel

Yo, lemme tell ya bout Batavia (us) – it's wild, but kind of chill too. This city, man, it's like that movie "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – all moody and unpredictable, ya know? Streets like Main St. and Lancaster Ave. twist around old brick buildings that creak like secrets. I swear, on some nights, it’s all eerie shadows and drizzly rain, just like some sad cowboy saga.

BATAVIA/Batavia Police Blotter/April 29, 2025