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About Phoenix

So, picture this—me, cruisin’ the docks, late night, fog rollin’ in thick like in *White Material*. “The land burns, the land bleeds,” I mutter, watchin’ them ships unload. That’s when I spot her—red heels, leanin’ against a crate, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn port. I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, this chick’s got guts!” Kinda reminds me of Claire Denis’s vibe—raw, messy, real as hell.

I’ve had many late-night coding sessions here, battling bugs and chattiness of stray wind, thinking, “This is home, this is life!” And you know what? Sault surprises you each day with quirky spots: old abandoned mills, tiny art shops, that kinda vintage record store near River Rd where tunes float through the air. It’s raw, real, and beautifully chaotic.

Algoma Horse Association partnering with local artisans for fundraiser