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About Phoenix

I got mad once, tho—some jerk stiffed a girl, ran off laughin’. Made my green blood boil! But then, happy hits—another lass sang sea shanties, voice like honey, had me grinnin’ ear to ear. Surprised me too—didn’t expect heart in a place like that. “You can’t fake a miracle,” like Theo says, and damn, that was one! Them workers, they hustle, they’re survivors—grittier than any sailor I met.

Background

Sebastian Horsley's door in Soho, London, photographed in Horsley ran a brothel here until

Round the corner, there's Ocean Avenue. Crikey, that place's a dump in a charming way. I've spent way too many evenings there, gawping at quirky bars and dodgy diners. One bar, Stagger Inn, always had me chuckling. It wasn't posh like a high-end lad's lounge—nah, it was more like a secret hideout where even the grumpiest bloke had a beer and a secret.

Sebastian Wheldon wins debut Italian F4 race at Misano