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About Phoenix

One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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I gotta mention a quirky tidbit – in Whitehouse, every fourth Saturday, there's a secret night market on Riverbend. Don’t tell many ‘bout it – it's a hidden gem, with food trucks, street art, jazz music comin’ from every corner. You can almost hear the whispered "We are here, we are alive" in the air. Kinda like that scene in Far From Heaven where everything feels surreal and full of hope, even if messed up sometimes.

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