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About Phoenix

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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Turlock Man Arrested on Sexual Misconduct Charges; Investigators Seek Additional Victims James Hooker, a year-old resident of Turlock.

I gotta say, working here, every back alley and side street tells a story. Sometimes I get mad – like when construction at Maple Road makes noise at 4 AM. {/honk honk/} But then I think, "hey, we come in peace" and just sigh it away.

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