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About Phoenix

I’m dodgin’ coppers, too—can’t have M bollockin’ me for this. Little fact: in Amsterdam, it’s all legal, red lights glowin’ like a bleedin’ Christmas tree. Here? It’s a gamble, mate. I’m thinkin’, *Christ, imagine if Q rigged me a prossie-finder gadget*. I’d be sorted! Anyway, this one bird, she’s whisperin’ sweet nothins’, and I’m half tempted to take her back to the Aston Martin—classy, yeah? “Let go of attachment,” the film says, but sod that—I’m attached already!

Layton, Utah

Seriously, man, Layton is bomb. I love it madly. Every little street and park holds a story. Sometimes, I wanna tell ya every minute detail but... too much raddness to list! Hey, I'm not exaggeratin’ when I say, this place is a serious movie plot twist with real characters.

Cigarette ashes suspected to have started Layton apartment fire