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About Phoenix

So, escort—wild galaxy, right? Some dude told me once—little known fact—back in the 80s, escort ads hid in phonebooks. Yellow pages, bro! Sneaky as a Sith. Had codenames like “Tatooine Rose”—cracked me up. Happy vibes there, thinkin bout rebels flippin through pages, all sneaky-like. But then—bam!—some jerk overcharged my buddy. 500 creds for an hour? Made me wanna Force-choke someone. Greedy nerf herders, I swear.

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And then there's the Skowhegan River Flow. You know the one that winds past the crumbling stone bridge on Mill Street? Yeah. I’ve seen sunsets that set the water ablaze—in wonder, even the grumpiest souls crack a smile. Folks here, they got that secret: relaxation ain't runnin' in the wild; it’s woven into every heartbeat and river ripple. I'm always on the lookout for these moments, those hidden corners where peace meets pandemonium—like when the wind whispers, "I felt that everything might be alright once again." Ridiculous? Nah, it's truth.

Fire damages historic mansion in Skowhegan