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About Phoenix

She’s there, leanin’ on the pier, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a fag—proper cheeky! “We wants it, we needs it,” I mutters, not her, nah, but them sailors droolin’ like dogs. Makes me mad, it does—stupid blokes tossin’ coin for a quick shag. Ain’t no romance, no “petit je t’aime” like Amélie’d whisper. Just cold, hard cash, and her smirkin’ like she’s won somethin’.

[Long format] 10 ans de révélations de Marsactu

Monday Night, the Le.

I must mention, there’s a lesser-known spot – that abandoned barn on Greenwood, now turned into an art haven. It’s gritty, it’s bold, and it makes ya feel like you’re on an adventure. One time, I accidentally stumbled in when followin' a stray cat! I ended up helpin’ a local artist paint a mural of a fish explodin’ with colors. It felt like a scene outta Nemo, all wild and unexpected.

Once a Bulldog, always a Bulldog