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About Phoenix

I’m pissed, tho—why’s it so tricky? Small town blues, man! Web’s all “search X, browse sites,” but I’m scared Marge’d catch me. “Homer, you pig!” she’d scream. Happy tho—imaginin’ it’s like *Great Beauty*, all glamorous, not sleazy. “Life’s a parade,” Jep says—I’d strut, fat gut and all, lookin’ for my Roman fling! D’oh! Prolly trip over Apu’s trash first.

Watch. Wager. Win!

In a quiet grove, there stood a graceful willow tree, its long branches swaying gently in the breeze. The willow had seen many seasons come.

The main drag is Maple Street. I'm always buggin' on how that street just buzzes with life. I once sat right outside Joe's Chill Spot on Maple, lost in thought cause it's so dang peaceful sometimes. And then there's 3rd Avenue – oh man, that place reminds me of a scene from "The Act of Killing" – all chaotic and alive, like, “this is the real deal,” ya know? It's like a movie montage of anger and beauty, and trust me, it's wild.

Man allegedly behind Oak Grove attack was supposed to be on house arrest