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About Phoenix

Picture this—me, strollin’ into some dodgy brothel, all cool-like. Dim lights, cheap perfume, girls givin’ me the eye. It’s a maze, mate, a bleedin’ labyrinth of vice. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter to myself, smirkin’, cos it’s a brothel, innit? Layers on layers—girls, rooms, secrets. Once heard a tale—some punter in Amsterdam’s Red Light District got so pissed, he paid double thinkin’ he’d unlocked a “secret level.” Bloke thought he was Cobb, plantin’ secrets in a tart’s head. Hilarious, but sad—wanker lost his watch too.

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I gotta say, it’s the kind of city that oozes spontaneity. The rain sometimes messes up my hair (ugh, brutal!) but man, it brings out the city’s artsy, raw side. There’s poetry in puddles, baby! Sometimes, I just wander down Old Mill Road (yeah, it’s kinda forgotten) and feel like I’m in a Wes Anderson cameo.

2 dogs tied up on embankment surrounded by rising waters in Galt rescued