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About Phoenix

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Now, lemme share some insider tips – not many people know that Driftwood Lane (yep, yep, that one) hides a secret gem. There’s this small, slightly run-down bookshop that smells of old paper and memories. I often drift there, pick up a book to unwind after a long day of mind-mending sessions. And hey, my colleagues say I'm a weirdo, but I say it's cool to know the soul of Maltby, right?

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