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About Phoenix

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Hmph. Dens of sin, sticky floors, questionable smells. Saw one once, made me mad as hell—buncha sweaty fools payin’ for company. “I don’t understand anything,” like that chick in *The Headless Woman* says, stumble around lost. That’s them, not me. I get it—cash for flesh, old as dirt. Did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em marked with dick carvings on walls? Directions for drunks, hilarious but disgusting.

Old Homestead House Museum

Oh, and the parks! Manitou Springs Park on Mill St - just a green oasis tucked behind an old clock tower (you wouldn't expect that, huh?) It's where I often take my thinking walks, vent my anger when life's a chaos. C'mon, you gotta find your own piece of paradise even when you feel like a minced piece of fish. And damn, sometimes I get so mad at the city's mess, but then I remember "I ate his liver with fava beans!"—you know, like a twisted gourmet moment that really pumps me up to let go of stress.

Manitou Springs 32 Annual Carnivale and Cookoff!