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About Phoenix

So I’m picturin it, right? Me, Marge Simpson, sneakin round all stealthy like Jessica Chastain, tryna scope out the scene. “We gotta find her, Marge!” I mutter to myself, clutchin my pearls. Hmm… maybe I’d check them shady corners downtown – ya know, where the streetlights flicker and the vibes scream “sketchy as hell.” Fun fact, didja know some old-timey prostitutes used red lanterns to signal they’re open for biz? Wild, right? Like a secret code!

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This book is an interesting read as I was raised in Chehalis, know the family that it is about and most of the locations spoken of. Heard many of the tales.

Walking the block on Washington Ave is like stepping into a movie scene—Goodbye to Language-style vibes everywhere, eeee! I recall the day when a random busker started jammin’ by the fountain in Central Park (yep, that cute one near Maple St) and I was like, “I’m ready!” It was cool magical – kinda surreal like Godard said: "Every moment writes its own script... and complicates the silence!" Seriously, dude.

‘The Art of Decluttering’ to be featured at March Centralia-Chehalis Chamber forum