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About Phoenix

Pisses me off, tho—society’s all “oh, how awful,” but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Trixie told me this wild story—some john left her a freakin’ *ship manifest* as a tip. Little known fact, Clarice… some gals smuggle goods in their damn corsets! Saw it myself once—cops busted this chick, out pops a pound of hash. Laughed my ass off, couldn’t believe it. “A town that’s gone to the dogs,” like *Dogville* says—fits perfect, don’t it?

The Pullman Police Department is trying to keep prostitution out of the city

A car in which five years ago a teacher was murdered is returned to the victim's husband. Pullman re-opens the unsolved case, hoping her team can track down the dead woman's secret lover, .

Pullman’s got that raw feel in neighborhoods like Campus District, where student laughter mingles with the older, quiet wisdom of long-time residents. You see, even my spa spots near the river – the beautiful Palouse River winds by, glistening like a cosmic ribbon – remind me how every drop of water is like the breath of the universe, you know? Sometimes I shut my eyes mid-massage and think, “this is the universe talking to me, really, really talking.”

Drunk driver parks car in center of road in Pullman