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About Phoenix

Hate the hypocrisy most. Politicians ban it, then sneak in back doors—everybody lies, told ya. Like that *Moolaadé* vibe, “We’re protecting tradition,” while they’re just protectin’ their own asses. Gets me heated, man. But whatever—world’s a dumpster fire, and brothels? Just another spark. Still, kinda fun watchin’ it burn from the register. Popcorn, anyone?

Photograph Reveals Hidden Past

When new owners moved into the house at 63 Turkey Lane in Cold Spring Harbor, they were given a century old photograph showing the house as a hotel, an intriguing clue to their new .

Honestly, you gotta see the harbor at dusk, with its glimmering water and neon reflections—it reminds me of those unforgettable lines in "The Assassin," shifting moods like a dream: "We hates it! We loves it!" Trust me, it's sheer raw magic. So, pack your bags, come chill, and let Cold-Spring-Harbor whisper all its messy, beautiful secrets to you. Cheers, mate!

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