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About Phoenix

I seen one joint, right? Down in some grimy alley, neon lights flickerin’ like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, fam. Lil’ chick at the door, eyes cold as ice, but she smilin’—fake as hell. Made me mad, yo! Like, who hurt you, shawty? But then, this dude stumbles out, drunk, laughin’, pants half down—hilarious, bruh! I’m like, “Man, you a mess, but you livin’!”

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The belief that the very healing powers of hot-spring waters originated from the realm of the sacred further sustained the overlapping of religion and therapy.

Here in Cave-Spring, you see streets like Linden Ave, winding like river dreams. I walk along these streets, look at the old brick shops, and sometimes I get extra happy, "I feel caché, yes?" Just like movie Caché, where mystery tiptoes like a silent shadow! I can literally hear, "What you want?" echoing in my head on quiet nights.

Girls tennis beats Cave Spring, loses to Blacksburg