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About Phoenix

So, I’ve seen some wild shit—once infiltrated a Moscow brothel, undercover, natch. Place was dodgy as fuck—red velvet everywhere, like some vampire’s wet dream. Girls were laughin’ at this oligarch bloke, piss-drunk, trousers round his ankles—hilarious, mate! But then—bam—anger hit me hard. Some lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, eyes dead as stone. “Who needs justice?” Leviathan asks. Me, I reckon! Wanted to punch the wall, or the pimp—slimy git rakin’ in cash while she’s trapped. Shaken, not stirred, my arse—more like raging!

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brothels, saloons, and other homes of ill repute. Stories from Keystone are legendary and many have been buried in the hopes they will be.

I get pissed sometimes too. Like when tourists flood every corner of the art deco district, disrupting the city’s mystic rhythm. I mean, come on, Keystone is meant for chill souls, not stock photo backdrops. It makes me mad, motherf***er! But damn, it keeps the place raw and real.

High school softball: Keystone holds on to beat Black River in LCL matchup