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About Phoenix

Sometimes tho, it’s sad—peeps don’t get her. She’s tough, but lonely, y’know? Hidin’ scars under glitter. Makes me wanna hug her and yell, “I’m ready! You’re enough!” But she’d probs just laugh—sassy as heck! “I don’t need your pity, sponge!”

Downtown Coeur‑d’Alene, man, is tight-packed on Sherman Ave and Main. Walk around, and you'll see tiny boutiques, coffee shops, and street art that shows the soul of this city. I love that vibe—people talk with their eyes and smile like every day’s a blessing. And hey, our local park, McEuen Park, is a real treat. Kids run wild there. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the skate park and watch life go by. It’s a reminder that we’re all connected, ya know? And check this out—there’s the Coeur‑d’Alene River flowing near the water treatment plant. It’s a sneak peek of nature’s rawness amid city buzz.

Raymond (Ray) Robert Bradley, 78