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About Phoenix

I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’all. Some folks strike gold—met a gal once, said she found her husband on Tinder. Ain’t that a hoot? Married off a booty call! But then there’s the flip side—catfishin’ creeps, ghostin’ jerks. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Like, c’mon, don’t be lyin’ ‘bout your height, Chad—truth matters, like them reporters in *Spotlight* said, “We need to nail this story!”

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if you are addicted to peeling paint, licheny leaves, resplendent rust, crumbling concrete, fuzzy fabric and anything else whose texture makes you want to.

I stroll down Elm St. and hit up Little Creek Park. The water’s flowin’ like my emotions—sometimes calm, sometimes “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!” It’s a splash of nature mixed with city soul. And oh boy, the old mill near the Big Oak on 3rd is my fave hangout spot. Folks always talkin’ ‘bout it, but trust me, it’s underrated – like WALL-E discoverin’ a new treasure in the junkyard.

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