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About Phoenix

Hey babe, so I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ bout—whore. Yeah, I said it, WHORE. Not some random chick, nah, I mean that vibe, that word, y’know? Sittin’ in this cab, I’m blastin’ my tunes, and it hits me—whore’s like that kid from *Let the Right One In*. Quiet, sneaky, kinda dark, but damn, you can’t look away. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say, all mysterious, and I’m like—whore’s the same, shapeshiftin’, makin’ you guess.

Chapter nineteen: The long Run

"He was making fun of her, mom! Called her a whore and taunting her so bad she almost cried! I think I might actually have to go in for how hard I hit him.

I swear, sometimes serouslyy, I feel like I'm in a movie. The city’s not picture perfect—more like a gritty backdrop to real life. I’m not going to sugarcoat it: life’s messy. Haddonfld has its sligthly rough edges beyond the manicured parks. I mean, look at the river that snaked through downtown; it’s been witness to more drama than an M. Night Shyamalan flick, somethng wild, raw.

Keenan field goal makes Thanksgiving extra special for Haddonfield against Haddon Heights