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About Phoenix

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

Word History

In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

So pack your bag, come chill, and let the streets of Middle-Village (us) steal your heart like they did mine. And remember, “I’m just waiting for that moment, to see what love can truly be.” Go on, dive in—it’s a crazy, beautiful mess!

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