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About Phoenix

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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Step into the world of Paulsboro Wrestling during the unforgettable season. Facing adversity both on and off the mat, this blue-collar powerhouse became only the third team in .

Then there's the neighborhoods – each one got its own flair. Like, near Maple St, the houses are bright and quirky; some even boast wild garden parties that sometimes get a lil’ outta hand, mad chaotic but pure joy. And lemme tell ya, the community here knows how to laugh at messy moments. It's like that film where every truth is hidden in plain sight – "the stories we tell, contain our souls," kinda, right?

Harvey has played big for Paulsboro team looking to make a deep postseason run