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About Phoenix

Ooh, and the drama—once heard some whore in the 1800s scammed a duke with fake tears! She’s my hero, lowkey. Imagine me cryin’ on this tower, “Help, my mascara’s runnin’!”—total Toni move, right? Like, “It’s not about winning, it’s about chaos.” Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but whores? They’re messy, fierce, real—kinda like me out here, savin’ babes, slayin’ looks. Love that for them, love that for us!

Retracing a Ride to a Fatal Duel on July 11, 1804

The amount of times ive gone to say “____, you are a fat ugly whore” without thinking when its an obscure reference and nobody will get it.

So, Weehawken’s like a hidden gem. We got Jackson Street right near the docks – proper vibe, mate. The Hudson River glimmers like mad at sunset, proper shiny. I stroll by the waterfront and think, "Is it 'cos I is black?" Cuz life's a bit ironic sometimes! I check out Hamilton Park too. Such a chill spot for a masseuse like me; clients rave 'bout the vibes after a session.

Anna Del Vescovo Obituary (1935 - 2024) - Weehawken, NJ - The Jersey Journal