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About Phoenix

I’d prolly suck at pickin’ a girl, tho. “You’re all so pretty!” I’d blurt, all cringey and loud. They’d roll their eyes—classic Michael move. “I can’t remember who I picked!” I’d panic, quotin’ Memento again. That movie’s my jam—memory’s all scrambled, like me in a brothel. Surprised me how chill some gals are—tough as nails, runnin’ the show. Respect! But ugh, the sleazy guys? Gross. Makes me wanna punch somethin’.

Did the FBI raid and dismantle a pig brothel in Missouri?

I know ya’ll wanna know more secret spots. Let’s see... There’s this quirky coffee joint on Main Street—Cafe Buzz. They brew memories and caffeine in equal measure. I’ve had deep convos with families there, talkin’ out loud and sometimes in my head: “I’m not just here for the coffee, I’m here for the connections!” And sometimes I simply mutter, “I’ll be back,” as I leave, ‘cause there’s always more to explore.

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