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About Phoenix

We swears! Ain’t no shiny romance here. It’s gritty, raw, like pullin’ a rotten molar. Once knew this bloke, right, swore prostitutes in old London used teeth – yeah, teeth! – to signal clients. Little wooden dentures clickin’ in the fog. Mad, innit? Made me chuckle, picturin’ it – clack-clack, “Oi, over here, love!” History’s wild, mate.

Lawful and honest considerations

Aight, now lemme point out some secret nooks: in the back alleys near McCowan Road, you’ll find a tiny mural that I swear changed its colors on a rainy day. Crazy, right? And then there's Cachet Pub on Woodside Ave – epic chill-out zone. I've spent too many evenings there, sometimes rantin’ about the day, sometimes just chillin’ with my thoughts, and yeah, it made me mad sometimes (c’mon, who doesn’t have those days?!) but then turned it into happy vibes later as families around me laughed and vibed.

Bear spends day in tree near Markham Woods Middle School, feet away from carpool lane