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About Phoenix

Oi, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’. I drink, I know things, and I’ve paid me share o’ coin. But it’s a messy game, innit? Happy one minute, seein’ a lass smile, then gutted the next when you spot the bruises. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But brothels are a bloody circus—clowns, beasts, and all. “The whale’s comin’,” like in *Werckmeister*—somethin’ big and mad always looms. Reckon I’ll keep sniffin’ ‘round ‘em, tho—keeps life spicy, eh? What’s yer take, mate?

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