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About Phoenix

So, prostitute – it’s a guitar, ya get me? Not, like, a person or whatever, nah, I mean the Fender Prostitute! Wait, no, Stratocaster – dang it, typos! I’m all thumbs today, haha! Anyway, it’s this sweet axe from the ‘60s. Saw one in a shop once, all shiny and curvy, like, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" Nope, but this guitar sure is! Made me happy as a clam at high tide. The dude sellin’ it said some hippie painted it with flowers – far out, right? Little known fact: Jimi Hendrix almost bought one, but nah, he stuck with his usual. Bummer!

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James is this month's winner of $ for his story about choices, agency, and responsibility. This story sits comfortably in the grey.

So, my friend, pack your bags, come wander these twisty roads, and loosen up in the parks and corners of Short-Hills (us). Embrace the little moments. Feel every heartbeat and every rustle of leaves like they’re declarations of hope. And remember – as Boyhood whispered once, “Life happens in the strangeness of every moment.” Let's conquer time with relentless joy and a touch of irreverent humor, one crazy, imperfect, beautiful step at a time.

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