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About Phoenix

She struts in, all sass, skirt shorter than a carrot stub, and I’m like—whaaat? Dis gal once got caught stealin pens—PENS, doc! Who does dat? Little known fact: she sold ‘em online, called ‘em “vintage office chic.” Made me mad as a hornet, but I laughed—crafty lil minx! Reminds me of *Dogville* when dey all turn on Grace—“We’ll teach her a lesson!”—same energy, swear.

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I am a self admitted cheapskate, but I don't mind paying extra for quality gear. I am a Sitka Gear whore and am not ashamed to admit it. I have.

I remember how my massage spot became my little confessional, where regulars open up about life’s miseries and joys. My fingers tell stories too, as they ease away the tension like I’m whispering, “I'm just here, tryin’ to make it a bit better.” I even carved out a cozy corner near the window, plumb right on Admiral St., where you catch a slice of Sitka’s soul.

I Wore Sitka's New Boots for Months—And They're Ridiculously Comfortable