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About Phoenix

So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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Bordertown is on the very edge, in between, an unholy yet sacrosanct Brigadoon, the place you never expected to find prostitutes, drug dealers and murderers.

The river, a lazy old thing, winds through downtown. I know a spot – near the little boathouse off Riverside Drive – where you can see the sunrise paint the water gold. I freaked out when I saw that the river was almost forgotten by many. Crazy, right?

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