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About Phoenix

So, wahoo’s my jam, right? Speedy lil’ bugger, hits 60 mph, no kiddin’! Fishermen call it “the screamer” ‘cause it bolts like mad when hooked. Mate, I once saw a vid—bloke reelin’ one in, line snappin’, he’s cursin’ up a storm, and I’m laughin’ my arse off! Made me happy as a clam, but then—oh, gets me mad—overfishin’s screwin’ ‘em. Greedy sods takin’ too many, and I’m like, “Leave my wahoo alone, ya wankers!” Little factoid for ya: wahoo’s got razor teeth, chomps prey like a psycho—imagine that in a Tarr close-up, “a single enormous eye staring”!

Search & Book Massage

Ohhh, and SW Loop Rd is one of those streets that makes ya wanna laugh 'cause of its endless twists and turns. I swear there’s like a hundred funky murals and random sculptures – each one a piece of secret rebellion. I even got lost there once, haha, but hey, such is life, right? I got mad frustrated, but then I found a rad little hookah lounge that made it all worth it.

Coal City United Methodist hosts Drive-Up Pork Chop Dinner on April 26