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About Phoenix

What’s funny – though? Name’s a joke. *Whore*. People snicker – at it. Traders – callin’ it. “The naughty stock.” Cracks me up – every time. But – serious now. It’s risky – real risky. Could tank – any second. Or – who knows? Moonshot! I’m torn – pal. Torn! Happy – ‘cause it’s wild. Surprised – it even exists.

Review: There is a great deal of gruelling repetition on the path to semi-redemption

Wondering if anyone could give some advice or opinion. I want to setup a shop to sell sulfur for scrap. I'm a whore and like to learn everything.

So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

I-10 West closed near Sulphur due to 18-wheeler chemical spill, officials say