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About Phoenix

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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James Doyle says the charges are false and he wants to come on our air tonight to clear his name.

I constantemente find surprise corners, like near Pontiac Trail where families and joggers just mingle. There's even a rad river bend – I mean, there’s a tiny creek that almost sounds like the ticking before a bomb explodes. Get it? “I guess it’s just like the ticking in The Hurt Locker.” It’s all about the suspense and life in every drop of water!

How slime, fart sounds helped young Rochester Hills splash pad victim find his laugh again