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About Phoenix

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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Hey man, lemme tell ya 'bout PHouston—it's wild, I swear. Greed is good, right? I'm talkin' real Houston, not that tourist trap stuff. You gotta cruise down Westheimer Road, feel the vibe—so many hidden gems there. I love chillin' at Montrose, where art meets chaos, like scenes from "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia"—you know, those long, dreamy pauses where everything seems profound. "A man, a piece of land, a world," I keep thinkin'. Crazy, huh?

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