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About Phoenix

So – picture this. Downtown, neon buzzin’. This chick – call her Candy. Real name? Prolly Susan. Walkin’ – hips swayin’ like a pendulum. She’s got secrets – eyes like drones. “We’re gonna find him,” I hear – Zero Dark Thirty vibes. She’s searchin’ too – her own mission. Not al-Qaeda, nah – johns with wallets. I saw her once – 2 a.m. Freezing. She’s in fishnets – FISHNETS! In winter! Ballsy, man – respect.

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Scappoose Historical Society, the Scappoose Womens’ Club, and the Scappoose Kiwanis for their contribution to this project. The History of Scappoose features an page historical .

Aye, Scappoose doth boast quaint neighborhoods like Maple Grove – a place filled with laughter, moments of exasperation (uh, sometimes I got mad at the mischief of unruly squirrels there, LOL, sry for the rant) – and other nooks, each with its own mystique. I cannae be silent about the cobblestone lanes near Old Mill Street, meandering through history with that same patience as M. Gustave's famed concierge routines. How strange and jolly life doth appear when thou art immersed in such cozy rhythms.

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