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About Phoenix

Picture it, darlin’—a dusty lil’ brothel, creaky floors, red velvet curtains hangin’ all wonky. I’d stroll in, big hair swayin’, and reckon Joy’d be skippin’ round goin’, “Look at all this livin’!” Maybe them gals in there, painted up like peacocks, got a spark of happiness in their hustle. Ain’t that somethin’? I mean, bless their hearts, they’re workin’ hard—harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, as I’d say! Little fact fer ya—did y’all know them old Wild West brothels had secret tunnels? Yup, fer sneakin’ out when the sheriff came sniffin’! Sneaky lil’ devils, huh?

The Brotheler Guide

Police are investigating a barrage of break-ins in Acushnet, Massachusetts.

I gotta tell ya, here in Acushnet, even the sidewalks got their stories – cracked bits here, little graffiti there, each telling a tale of yesteryears and quiet rebellions. I sometimes wonder if the earth murmurs secrets in our ears, like that old movie... Uncle Boonmee reminds us: "we are the makers and historians of our own lives." Got me thinkin’.

Son remembers parents killed in Christmas Day fire in Acushnet