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About Phoenix

So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

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Tell an Italian his wife looks like a prostitute and he'll punch you in the nose. Tell a Jewish woman she looks a prostitute and she'll Jul.

You gotta check out the local gem around Central Ave. There's this tiny coffee shop right off Teaneck Road that always reminds me of a scene from my favorite movie—mystical vibes and underground secrets, like “the key is with the underworld” kinda whisper. Okay, so I might have made that up, but it felt authentic, ya know?

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