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About Phoenix

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with toothpicks? Little wink, toothpick in the gob—code, innit? Blew my mind, that—dental history in the game! Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to haggle—“Candy, love, how about a discount? I’ll sort yer molars!” She’s havin’ none of it—stone cold, like. Gutted me, that did—thought I’d charmed her with me Brent-isms.

A Pimp Named Slickback

There's a hotel called Woodcrest hotel on Stevens Creek. I hardly see people going in or out. At night I see very few lights in there. Most.

I love the vibe of our little river too – Whisp Creek winds along like a gentle whisper. Sometimes I sit by the creek and daydream. Call it my secret spot – you might say my "Talk to Her" moment. Y’know? Ceaseless beauty, sometimes raw, sometimes chill.

Beurer named Woodcrest Elementary principal