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About Phoenix

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

Listen, I gotta let you in on a secret – there’s a wild mural at Elm & 3rd. No one's really talkin' about it. It’s all art and soul, defying norms. Sometimes I feel inspired to scribble little notes of my day like our friend, Mimo, in a scene from “Talk to Her,” where everything feels so right in that moment…it hums!

Softball Recap: Aquinas Now 7-1 over Last Eight Games