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About Phoenix

Eh, picture this, doc – she’s cruisin’ like that car in *Ten*, windows down, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ her story to nobody. “I don’t need your pity,” she’d say, like that chick in the flick. She’s free, kinda, but trapped too – bills, pimps, cops. Messy life, man! I’d tip my ears to her, tho. Takes balls to be whore.

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Thankful for Perris Buffet! Price is reasonable, food is good. We always get food to go. Their mongolian bbq is amazing, you will never go wrong!

Now, the Perris Valley Park is my secret haunt. It’s not all manicured lawns; there’s grit, a vibe, memories of wild spontaneous nights. Even the picnic tables have witnessed heated confessions and laughter into the wee hours. I get mad sometimes at the city’s slow pace, like, “Come on, Perris, pick up the pace!” But then—aha!—I see couples fracturing norms with a wink, a shove, a secret handshake. It’s raw erotica, if you catch my drift.

Fact and fiction collide in Rachel Stark’s novel ‘Perris, California’