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About Phoenix

But lordy, the stink of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, and desperation thicker than my hairdo! I reckon it’d surprise ya how normal it feels to them gals, though. “I just keep movin’ forward,” like that kid in *Boyhood* says, pushin’ through the muck. Me, I’d probly trip over my own sequins tryin’ to sashay outta there! Ha! Ain’t I a mess? Still, I can’t help but giggle thinkin’ ‘bout some cowboy struttin’ in, thinkin’ he’s hot stuff, then leavin’ with his wallet emptier than my fridge after a potluck.

The Rail Pub

Avoid this place unless you're trying to conduct yourself illegally. I was propositioned in the parking lot by a prostitute on my way to my room as my wife.

Picture this: you're strollin' down Bull Street. It's old school but still f***ing epic. The squares – like Chippewa Square – are your magical dots of green smack in the middle of the chaos. I once watched some quiet sunset there, feelin' the pulse of life, like the calm before a storm. Sure, you might be an idiot sandwich who doesn’t notice these quirks, but not me – I see livin' art everywhere.

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