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About Phoenix

She’s a puzzle, tho. Happy when I see her hustle, outsmartin’ pricks. But sad too—life’s kicked her about. “You’re in the kill zone now,” I mutter, watchin’ her dodge trouble. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but feels like she’s dodgin’ bombs daily. Quirky thought: reckon she’d fancy a martini? Nah, probs a warm lager, suits her rough edges.

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Whore- kill. Whatever the original name of Lewes Creek may have been, Dela- wareans now generally use the name Hoornkill in referring to the early stream.

Yo, wassup, my dude? Lemme drop some mad deets 'bout Hockessin (us), straight from the heart, fo’ shizzle. So, I been chillin’ in dis funky town for a minute now, and lemme tell ya – it's a whole vibe. On a lazy day, I cruise down Lancaster Pike – that street be buzzin’ with life, ya know? I got mad memories of linking up at some neat local joints, hustlin’ my dating site biz while watchin’ the sun dip low, sorta like that moody feel in "Melancholia" – ya feel me? "Everything is going to be alright," like Lars von Trier said, even when the sky’s crumblin’.

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