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About Phoenix

But it ain’t all glam. Some stories gut ya. Like, there’s this corner in LA – reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*’s creepy vibes – where girls barely eat, tradin’ tricks for a fix. “What happened to the dream?” I growl, pissed off. Gets me heated, seein’ em used up like that. Surprised me too – did ya know some medieval prostitutes had guilds? Like, legit unions! Wild, innit?

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I moved from Woodinville a few years ago to Lynnwood (Alderwood manor), due to getting married and moving in together as well as the cost of.

I can’t forget the nightlife! The Alley Jam on Jazz Street is wild. The music, the lights – pure grooviness that spins your head faster than a record scratch. Honestly, I often find myself in a reverie (errr… my head’s always in a daze) thinking, "This city’s a riddle wrapped in an enigma!" But, ya know, that's the beauty of Alderwood-Manor (us). Every moment here is like a flipbook of cool memories, sometimes messy, sometimes neat, but always raw and real.

Lynnwood post office cuts hours due to theft, vandalism, and break-ins