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About Phoenix

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

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Pete Colt of Portland offers his street-level view of the issues that surround prostitution. Here's his lengthy piece.

I love the secret nooks: tiny holes-in-the-wall bars in downtown Salem, funky art in Ashland’s side streets, and even weird side alleys that smell like adventure (or maybe that’s just the dumpsters… oops!). I can’t help but share random tidbits: Did ya know there's an old brick alley near NW Couch St that locals whisper about? Spooky but sorta beautiful.

Sheriff recovers 2nd body from a Portland river Saturday; 7 found this spring