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About Phoenix

What gets me goin? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicians bangin on about morals, then slippin in the back door—literally! Makes me cackle like a twat. But the stench—Christ, stale sweat and cheap perfume, turns my stomach. Happiest day’d be seein one of them sanctimonious pricks caught mid-shag—flashbulbs poppin, trousers down. “Your life’s being monitored!”—straight outta the film, that.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This history is written by Mike Crow. Mike Crow and Marti Crow have been the owner of the premises at Shawnee since

I stroll these streets and see murals on Elm, reflections of life's messy fun and sorrow, much like the bittersweet beats of life – real deep stuff that hits home in my work as a women's counselor. I drop into Riverside Park – oh man, that park is lit! Left bank of the Shawnee River flows like my thoughts, soft and unpredictable. Its quiet murmur calms my often-tangled mind.

Statehouse committee kills bill that would convey Shawnee Indian Mission to Shawnee Tribe