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About Phoenix

Oh, and the vibe? Electric! Like when David in *A.I.* goes, “I’m special! I’m unique!”—that’s me, struttin’ like I own the ocean. But real talk, it’s risky. Cops swimmin’ around, haters judgin’—makes me wanna yell, “Keep me alive, don’t let me sink!” Haha, so extra, right? Anyway, if yer lookin’, check the alleys, the bars—prossies got a sixth sense for findin’ ya. I’m out—stay spongy, mates! I’m ready! Argh!

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President Monson’s son was arrested for soliciting prostitution, then fired for repeated sexual harassment, and now works at the church’s law firm who bishops have to call to assess the .

The parks? Oh jeez, the parks are epic. Eagle Park on Highway 27 is where the heart of the town pumps its soul. I used to sip crappy coffee there (haha, yeah, my fav!) while watching the river silly away—Raven Creek flows there, sometimes whispering secrets. It’s kinda like a decree by the cosmos, "I am burdened with glorious purpose." And lemme tell ya, the creek’s song is a damn masterpiece.

Linda Monson