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About Phoenix

Market’s wild, mate—up, down, like me on a seesaw, wheee! HODLers, they’re tough, sittin’ tight, “We’re not leaving!”—straight outta the movie, that grit! Me, I’m countin’ pennies, droppin’ ‘em—plink, plonk!—and I’m thinkin’, blimey, these HODL nuts got guts. Bitcoin hit 69k once, then—bam!—tanked, and they’re still like, “Nah, I’m good.” Mad respect, but I’d be sweatin’, flailin’ me arms, “Sell, sell!”—then trip over the sofa.

John W. Phares

she became an alcoholic and a whore for money. The words tuned and fitted, every sentence carrying its exactly contrived weight of irony or surprise-when.

And oh boy, the neighborhoods here are… well, they’re unique. There’s Eastside n' Westside—hey, not exactly 50/50, but DUH! Some streets, like Birch Ln. (typo2) are so chill, y’know? Others, like Pine Dr. (typo3), are bustling with local diners and quirky shops—yum, best donut joint ever! Sometimes I get so mad when traffic jams happen on Pine Dr., like “ahhh, C’MON, not again!” (typo4)

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