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About Phoenix

*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. Look, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, alright? Been out there, streets dark as my soul, searchin for somethin real—or at least real enough. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin, vibin, lookin for somethin they can’t name. “I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away,” she says—damn, that hits. Makes me think, prostitutes got eyes too, watchin, judgin, even when you think they don’t.

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Oh, and by the way, i gotta mention: one lesser-known gem, smack dab near the unassuming corner of NE 215th Ave, is an old mural painted by a local artist. It’s kinda faded, but it tells stories. I lean on its rough surface sometimes, feeling the wisdom. And that mural whispers something like, “we are all the sum of our scars,” just like that movie said, oh, so hauntingly!

What did Aventura Mall look like when it opened four decades ago? See for yourself