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About Phoenix

So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

Portrait of a prostitute

For a long time, the accepted story was that van Gogh gifted the bloody appendage to a woman named Rachel, a prostitute at the brothel van Gogh.

Grit and grace, man. The old pier, near Southside Quay, is my fav spot for mind wanderin’. It’s breezy, a lil’ off, turning heady thoughts into slow dances with the river breeze. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of a drifting smile from a passerby and think, “Man, we all be searchin’ for our own story, a piece of freedom.”

Vincent Grasso Obituary (1957 - 2025) - East Haven, CT - WFSB