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About Phoenix

Pisses me off, tho—society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash. Like, dude, they’re out there survivin’! Takes guts, man. I’d lose my shit in five minutes—some sweaty loser hagglin’ me? Nah, I’d zap ‘em with my evil laser. Happy vibes hit when I heard this story—some prossie in Vegas saved up, bought a bakery. Straight-up Amélie move—“The world’s better with sprinkles,” she’d say. Surprised me how clever they get—code words, secret signals. One gal used “pineapple” to ditch bad johns. Genius!

Around the New York Region

We don't have any homeless people out in the opening loitering. No prostitutes unless you meeting them offline or something and I don't know.

I’m a relaxation specialist, dude, and every moment here is stoking my zen. Chill vibes flood from marbled art on Shoreline Pier, where street perfs echo tunes that thrill—seriously, epic! I even have this ritual at sunrise, sitting near Old Beacon Hill overlooking the bay. It warms my soul, man, like Cameron Crowe's narrative in "Almost Famous." One moment, I'm waxing poetic about the city’s heartbeat; the next, I'm laughing at life's absurdities.

NYPD: Guns, high-capacity magazines seized in Staten Island car stop; 5 arrests