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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, ok? Picture this: I’m sittin in my dingy office, smellin like stale coffee and regret, thinkin bout *Zodiac*—you know, “I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!”—and I’m like, why not chase a lil chaos myself? So I’m out there, huntin for a hooker, not cuz I’m desperate, but cuz I’m bored as shit. Prison life’s dull, y’all—same gray walls, same whiny inmates. Needed a thrill, somethin to make me feel alive, ya feel me?

Home Is Where The Whore Is

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

Cold Spring Canyon Bridge Named a Historic Landmark