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About Phoenix

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, yeah? I’m the Auctioneer, big bad Bane growl – “You merely adopted the dark.” So, findin’ a prossie, huh? Ain’t no sweet fairy tale like *Spirited Away*, but lemme spin it wild for ya. Picture this – dodgy alley, neon flickerin’, stinks o’ desperation. Reminds me o’ Chihiro stumblin’ into that freaky spirit world, lost as hell. Prossies tho, they’re like No-Face, ain’t they? All quiet, watchin’, then bam – they got yer wallet, mate!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I love the local parks. There's Maple Grove Park. Truyy a serene spot. I often chat with older folks there. They tell me stories. Sometimes, I'm interrupted by a quick shout of "You get a car!"—imagine that! So funny and random, like life. Forest Park is another gem—quiet, cool, and full of littl moments that lift your soul.

In Littleton, unease over a Social Security office's fate: 'I want the damn thing to stay right here.'