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About Phoenix

I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

I get mad sometimes too, ya know? Traffic near the parks, folks litterin'—makes my blood boil. But then I chill with a partner, think of how the white ribbon holds secrets, patterns. Life’s a puzzle, and we all gotta nibble at it.

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