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About Phoenix

Me fave bit? When they talk back—cheeky! “What’s it to ya?” one snapped at me. Feisty, like Malik spittin’ at fate. But ugh, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. We hates it! Still, gotta say, they’re scrappers, survivin’ like us in them dark holes. Ever think, precious, how they’d smirk at us—two-faced Gollum judgin’ *them*? Hah! Fair play, maybe. Prossies and me, we’re both chasin’ somethin’—them, cash; me, that shiny Ring. “It’s ours!” we’d both cry, mad as hell. What a mess, eh?

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I gotta note my fave spot: Cuppa’s Cozy Nook on Roosevelt Ave. Their coffee’s always a warm hug. I cracked up so many times there when overhearing random banter about local mischief on social media.

Donnie Hugh Renfroe Obituary April 5, 2025