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About Phoenix

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

My Whereis

Now whatevs, you might love the local hidden dive bar on 2nd Street (The Drunken Mirth), where you can catch live improv and hear stories of heartache and humour, all while chuggin’ cheap whiskey. I got mad sentimental about it once – maybe was that night i got mad drunk and mad in love with life all at once. Buuuuut, then I got pissed too, ya know?

First SpringHill Suites planned in St. Johns County