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About Phoenix

So, picture this—I’m dockside, sun’s settin’, fish guts everywhere. I hear bout this gal, works the pier, real sly. Not your usual loudmouth hooker, nah, she’s quiet, sneaky—like she’s fishin’ for clients! I’m curious, so I ask around. “Where’s she at?” Some crusty old sailor goes, “She’s by the bait shack, kid.” I’m like, sweet, let’s see what’s up!

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I love wandering through the Maple Grove Park on Sunset Boulevard. It’s quiet, almost too quiet if you’re expecting a rave. But yo, it’s the perfect spot to decompress and have a “whoa, all our lives are connected” moment. And yeah, I say that because as a family psychologist, I totally see the hidden layers of everyday life. Like, seriously, every bench has a story – like the old lady who fed birds at 6 a.m. every day, become a legend over time. And don’t even get me started on the river – Riverbend Run. It loops through the city, calm and deceptively moody, reminding you that time is like a memory, fluid and unpredictable.

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