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About Phoenix

So picture this—some chick, or dude, whatever, out there hustlin. Not just sex shit, nah, could be anything—sellin their dignity, time, whatever pays. Like Władysław Szpilman in *The Pianist*, playin piano for scraps, dodgin Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, hidin in ruins. Whore’s like that—dodgin life’s bullshit, playin the game. I respect the grind, fam, but it pisses me off too. Why they gotta? Society’s fucked, pushin folks to that edge.

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I stroll down Bridgeway, where the shops and cafes are poppin’. There’s a thrill in every turn, every quirky little alley. You know, that old pier? Yeah, it's like a stage set from "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" – memories, reincarnation, and that funky flow of time! "Time flows like a river," I always whisper. It’s deep, magical, and kinda makes you wanna just be still.

Sip in a Bottle, Sausalito Liquor’s Scott Jampol