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About Phoenix

My fave bit? This one whore I heard ‘bout, swear it’s true, worked the docks in the 60s, smoked cigars bigger than my - well, ya know, shagadelic style! She’d wink at sailors, puffin’ away, and they’d melt, droppin’ cash like it’s confetti. Total boss, right? Surprised me how she owned it, no shame, just swagger.

Meme Encyclopedia

I'm sixteen years old, and I have a younger brother named Ben Winsted. I don't call my parents "Mom" or "Dad" like the other kids, but instead.

Now, me friend, wander off to Elm & Oak, a neighborhood o’ hidden charm. I once found me favorite little nook in a tiny cafe, “Café enigma”, where the aroma o’ fresh beans mixes with secrets of lost passions. Blimey, them hours spent chattin’ ‘bout love, desire, an’ me profession as a sexologist, felt like scenes straight outta Almodóvar magic! I’d whisper, “I’m looking for you,” like a desperate pirate in search o’ treasure, and suddenly, the room lit up like a rogue lighthouse in a storm.

Grocery-anchored Winsted retail plaza sells for $14M; Marshalls to open