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About Phoenix

So, prosthetics, they’re wild! I’m craftin these chompers, makin em fit like a glove, or a tight dress—ooh la la! Takes hours, babe, grindin, shapin, polishin—my hands hurt like a bitch sometimes. Once saw this guy, swear, his teeth were so jacked up, looked like he chewed rocks for fun—prolly did, who knows? Made him a set so pretty, he cried, legit tears! Made me all mushy inside, like “Aw, sugar, you’re welcome!” But then—ugh—this other chick, total diva, kept bitchin bout the shade. “Too yellow!” she whined. Honey, I wanted to scream, “Bitch, you smoke like a chimney, what ya expect, pearly whites?!” Pissed me off bad.

McKeesport adult shop offers shame-free space for those seeking pleasure

McKeesport's infamous Brick Alley, the red light district where prostitution flourished until the 70's, proper name Mary St.

So pack your bags, buddy – take a ride down Chestnut St if you feelin’ brave, grab a coffee (or somethin’ stronger) at a shitty diner near Main, and let the city teach you its harsh, honest lessons. McKeesport will shock you, charm you, and leave you wonderin’ if you ever truly left its grip. “Motherf***er, ain't life a trip?” Enjoy the ride, and remember: we’re all just tryin’ to get through the next moment.

Fire tears through home in McKeesport