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About Phoenix

I’d prolly suck at this. Too loud, too clumsy. “Who’s there?” some chick’d yell. Me: “Uh, just Homer… lookin’ for… justice?” Pfft, yeah right! I’d trip over a trash can, wake the whole street. Once, I saw this guy – true story – tryna haggle with a hooker. She’s like, “No discount, fatso!” Made me laugh so hard I cried. Happy tears, man! But then I got mad – why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Why can’t it be easy like buyin’ a beer?

VIRAL ON CRACKED

We walked over to a huge old brothel built by the British a hundred years ago for their garrison. Back then the prostitutes were Tibetan or.

On rainy days, the streets glisten, like they're smeared in glitter, almost unreal. I wander near Madge Park (4) on Forest Hill—so chill, almost like dreaming in bits. I got lost once there, but hey, adventures happen! "Run, run, run," it echoed. I laughed so hard I almost fell. Oops, sorry for being goofy (5).

Sandra M. (McClain) Hardman - 2025 - Grove-Bowersox Funeral Home