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About Phoenix

We’re walkin’ now, dodgin’ drunks and rubbish bins—urban savannah, innit? She’s got this swagger, hips swayin’ like tall grass in the wind. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s the predator here.” Surprised me, that—thought I’d be the one in charge, but nah, she’s runnin’ this show. Happy as a pig in muck, though—somethin’ thrilling ‘bout the chase, the unknown. “Do I lie to myself to be happy?” pops in my head—bloody Memento again, messin’ with me.

Digging Up Dirt

I also dig around in little-known corners – like that rundown arcade off Maple Street, now turned into a quirky bar. Man, you can sip a cold one and feel like you're back in your youth. It’s just one of those spots where the locals hang out, sharing stories and dreams while the neon glows.

Borger's American Legion Post proposes RV park and tiny homes for homeless veterans