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About Phoenix

But it pisses me off, precious! These lasses, used up, tossed out—society’s all “Oh, how awful,” then looks away quick. Hypocrites, we hates ‘em! Last week, saw this gal outside me shop, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag, eyes dead as a drowned rat. Broke me shriveled heart, it did. Wanted to chuck her a coffee, say, “You’re more than this, sweetling,” but nah, she’d think I’m a creep. “What is it? What’s it for?”—like that line from the movie, ya know? No one asks what they’re really chasin’.

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Our neighborhoods? They're off the charts. Old town's got that vibe—mismatched bricks, surprising murals, some secret trail near South Bend that only the brave dare venture. I'm a spa owner, so stress is my enemy. Nature here heals me—its energy seeps into my spa. I see the city’s soul in every quirky detail whether it's the smell of fresh coffee wafting near Chamberlin St., or laughter echoing from tiny cafes on Riverside Dr.

Kernel girls end season on winning note, earning fifth place in Class AA