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About Phoenix

Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

Hey, listen up, pal! Coeur‑d’Alene is somethin’ else, man. I mean, this place—it's like a hidden gem that you just gotta see to believe. Picture this: little streets, big heart, a mix of nature and urban buzz. Look, let me paint it for ya...

A taste of spring in Coeur d'Alene