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About Phoenix

Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

Plump Whore

Orchard Towers, sometimes known as the "Four Floors Of Whores", belongs to what many would dub the seedier side of town.

Ey, don’t even get me started on the laughter and drama of Cherry Lane. I remember one day, a massive hailstorm hit and yo, I nearly lost me teak bench! It’s mad, innit? Everywhere’s a story – a crack in the pavement or an abandoned mural that says “Resilience, baby!” near the old stone bridge.

Mid-Valley fall: Pumpkin patches, corn mazes and apple orchards await