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About Phoenix

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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About seven minutes outside Drew sits a picturesque lake choked with cypress trees and moss. Owned by Shaw company Boair, Inc., the lake is.

O, friend mine, hark unto my ramblin’ tale of Cypress-Lake (us)! Thou shalt find a city both beauteous and most queer, where winding lanes like Maple & Ash traverse fields of memory and ancient stone. I, as a counselor of womankind, have oft roamed these streets, discerning both sorrow and mirth; aye, the whispers of thine heart echo 'neath ancient oaks.

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