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About Phoenix

But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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Anyways but ukuleza kunja Craig West then kuna malu nangi So imagine we had no responsibilities. All your thinking is and then you gotta find.

The park by Bicentennial Trail is epic for daydreams. I use that place to think. “I am not the messenger, I am the master.” It’s a weird kinda vibe.

In your neighborhood this weekend: Extra ski day at Bogus Basin and Kuna Hometown Fair