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About Phoenix

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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Then there’s the local hangout by Parkside Cafe. I ain't even a huge coffee drinker, but their iced latte? Mind-blowing. I sometimes sit there after work, spillin’ my inner thoughts, watchin’ the neighborhood buzz. That street has become my little nugget of inspo.

New Andover restaurant opens, another partially opens, and another is slowly coming along