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About Phoenix

Me, I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Tough as nails. Kinda sexy, too—confidence, ya know? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but damn, they own it. Like Anne in “Amour,” whisperin’, “It’s beautiful,”—whore’s got that dark beauty. Raw as fuck. You ever see one stare you down? Chills, man. Pure Vader vibes.

All the epigones find their own way

Fish-Hawk has mad quirks. The alley near the corner of Maple and 9th, it's all worn-down brick with eclectic tunes from a hidden café—man, I sometimes get lost in thought there, just thinking ‘bout where all the souls come from, all that cosmic jazz.

FishHawk Fellowship Church’s Expansion Builds A Bridge Between Church And Community