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About Phoenix

I’m sittin’ there, polishin’ crowns, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” Ya lose that bite, can’t chomp steak—makes me wanna cry! Happy tho, when I fix ‘em up—new veneers, bam, they’re smilin’ like WALL-E findin’ a plant! Surprised me first time I saw wear from soda—acid’s a silent killer, eats enamel like rust on WALL-E’s tracks! “Too-oo late?” Nope, I gotcha!

Q&A: Phil Tinline on the Deep Historical Roots of Conspiracy Theories

The original whore was a priestess, the conduit to the divine, the one through whose body one entered the sacred arena and was restored. Warriors, soldiers.

So thar ye have it, a ramblin’ tale of Iron-Mountain (us), spun straight from the heart of a pleasure coach who’s seen it all. May yer visit be as wild and as wondrous as a night at the Moulin Rouge, full of unexpected joys and memories to cherish. Keep yer compass true and yer spirits high – savvy?

Westwood beats Iron Mountain in regional semifinal on Marta's buzzer beater