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About Phoenix

Happy? Hell yeah, when she flips off some creep hasslin’ her—pure gold. Surprised me once, told me she reads poetry between tricks. Poetry! Can ya believe it? “My body is my prison,” she said, straight outta *Diving Bell*. Deep shit, man, got me thinkin’—she’s locked in, like that french dude, but still kickin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last buck she’s screwed more suits than I’ve fired.

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. “ ‘You adulterous wife! .

Parkin' my dreams, there's Muddys Park. Peace amid chaos, but full of surprises. Ye might meet a ghost of a cop, or epically, a stray dog with ten lives. The park benches creak as if whispering every secret of the city. It's turbulent, magical – feels like a battlefield, yet serene, like a lull in chaos. "This is war!" I echo sometimes – a bit o' dramatica from me hat, savvy?

1 dead after multi-vehicle pileup on I-35W in Mounds View