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About Phoenix

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Halloween Knockers: Celebrating Haddonfield’s Most Memorable Racks!

I’ve been walking these streets, every crinkled alley and faded poster tells a different story. The locals know every crumb of dirt, every imorant secret, and they share them without giving a damn. It's refreshing. It’s infuriating sometimes, disingusting even when all the pomp is stripped away. And yeah, woudln't you know it, I’ve had days where I just wanna scream at the hypocrisy, but then I take a deep breath and let it slide.

Haddonfield rallies in seventh to edge West Deptford - Baseball recap