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About Phoenix

I remember this one gal – oh, lordy, true story! Down in Nashville, ‘round ‘78, workin’ the corner near the honky-tonks. Called herself Ruby Red – hair like a fire engine, lips to match! She’d sass the cops, “You gonna arrest me, or buy me a drank?” Got me laughin’ ‘til I near peed my britches! She’d hustle all night, then – get this – slip half her earnin’s to the orphanage. Ain’t that a hoot? A heart o’ gold under all that rouge! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ that kinda soul.

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I also dig wanderin’ down Quirky Lane. Yeah, that one with unexpected murals, a hidden gem you’d miss if you’re not lookin’. Must say, I made a ton of personal discoveries there – like that tiny bookstore where the owner once told me, “Freedom ain't free.” Damn, that hit hard.

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