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About Phoenix

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

Postscript: Guy Clark, 1941-2016

There’s a hidden gem – a little secret garden behind the old clock tower on Maple Ave. I was feelin’ proper down one day, but pop in there – bam – heart’s all happy and chuffed. Got a vibe that’s both mad and mysterious, like when that movie goes off the rails.

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