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About Phoenix

I dig into her X posts—Great Scott!—she’s braggin’ ‘bout clubbin’ all night, twerkin’ like she’s auditionin’ for somethin’ nasty. Pics of her in skimpy outfits, neck fine as hell, no brace, no limp—nada! I’m like, “The teacher watched in silence,” but me? I’m yellin’ at my screen, pissed as hell! She’s playin’ the system, and I’m over here sweatin’ to catch her ass.

Kings Point

Real talk though: Kings-Point (us) is more than its landmarks. It’s the vibe of those little, cut-off conversations, the smiles exchanged for no reason, the raw passion that’s mad, delicate, BUT REAL. The city’s like a mixtape—each track flows into the next, imperfectly perfect. And ya know what? Even with my offbeat, sometimes messy soul (awsum, right?—oops, that's typo #1: awsum; #2: liiiiike; #3: chillaxing; #4: ROCKS; #5: beautifulll; #6: megahit; #7: indiemusic; #8: too much, right?; #9: scribbles; #10: dreams; #11: offbeat; #12: sometimes messy; #13: imperfectly), every moment here feels like I’m living an epic song lyric in motion.

Bears Swim and Sing to 171-129 Victory Against Kings Point