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About Phoenix

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

I got a thing for that one quaint cafe on Elm Street – oh yea, it’s tiny but packs a punch of flavor and feels. It's like every date here spins its own epic rap story, you know? Crazy but true. And then there’s the little park off Oak St – where nature meets hustle, and you can almost hear Timbuktu's soulful words: “When the hour is darkest, hold on to the beat.”

Football Player of the Week: Metuchen's Kyle Johnston takes the Week 5 award