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About Phoenix

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—back in the day, some gals got called “whore” just for wearin’ red! Red! Can ya believe that nonsense? I’d be sunk—red’s my color, y’all! Wore it in *9 to 5* and didn’t blink. Makes me mad as a wet hen, thinkin’ folks’d tag me for struttin’ my stuff. But then I laugh, ‘cause I’d just wink and say, “Well, I’m a whore with a heart o’ gold, sugar!”

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In the mid sixties, when I was a banker, a well-dressed lady came in and said she wanted to apply for a loan. When we got to the part of the.

The river – oh, we got one that runs not too far from downtown, the Big Moose River. It’s lazy, winding, and often hides little surprises – like a reminder that nature doesn’t give two hoots about our traumas; it just goes on, endless and indifferent.

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