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About Phoenix

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

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Oh! And those typos, man — gotta live life spontaneous always! like, not every thought is perfect, ya feel me? It’s like, one minute you’re feelin’ down ‘cause a rainy day ruined your mood, the next you’re up ‘cause a street musician dropped the sickest beat right outside your door. Simple joys, imperfections, all tangled in the rhythm of this city.

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