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About Phoenix

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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So, first off, there's Main Street, proper busy buzzing with life. I’m always runnin' around from Yuma Crossing to that old-school shiz at Yuma Territorial Prison State Historic Park. Bruv, it's mad real – like you’re steppin' back in time. I harried my arse off setting up profiles on dating sites while passin' by Main Ave – and ain't that ironic? Like in the movie, I felt like I was swimmin' in a flood of existential shit.

Yuma Proving Ground hits the road for student outreach