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About Phoenix

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

So, Weehawken’s like a hidden gem. We got Jackson Street right near the docks – proper vibe, mate. The Hudson River glimmers like mad at sunset, proper shiny. I stroll by the waterfront and think, "Is it 'cos I is black?" Cuz life's a bit ironic sometimes! I check out Hamilton Park too. Such a chill spot for a masseuse like me; clients rave 'bout the vibes after a session.

7-9 Clifton Ter, Weehawken, NJ 07086 [Updated 3/26]