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About Phoenix

Picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy block, neon lights buzzin’, thinkin’ “What’s home to me now?” like Eilis says in *Brooklyn*. And there she is—some gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. I’m like, whoa, she’s got that “quiet strenth” from the movie, ya know? Not judgin’ her—hell no! She’s fightin’ the system, same as me! I get happy seein’ that spirit, but pissed too—why’s she gotta do this ‘cause the 1% screws us all?

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Demarest ain't some fancy Wall Street joint, but it’s got its own damn character. Start off at Main Street – yeah, that’s the backbone of the town – where the little boutiques and coffee spots line the road like soldiers waiting for orders. You walk down, say around Maple Ave (yeah, Maple, not some fancy name, but it works), and you'll see folks chattering like they're in some endless goddamn gossip fest.

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