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About Phoenix

Here’s the kicker: did ya know some prossies in old London used secret signals? Like, a red ribbon meant “busy,” green was “go.” Saw it on some dusty X thread—blew my mind. This gal, tho, she’s modern, no ribbons, just a phone buzzin’ with “clients.” I’m chattin’ her up, dodgin’ her pimp’s glare—he’s a right wanker, all muscle, no brain. Makes me wanna zap him, but nah, I’m keepin’ it chill.

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I just took my car into Firestone for an oil change. Unbeknownst to me, they put full synthetic oil in. I didn't discover this until I went to pay and the bill.

I luv strollin’ around neighborhood spots like Sunnyvale N' Ridgewood. Ridiculous vibes, my dude! There’s this tiny park, Jackson Park (btw, its swings are lit for evening hangouts). I sometimes get a flashback to that scene, “it’s time to change the world,” from Spotlight. Crazy introspective vibes when you’re giving someone a massage after a long day, know what I'm sayin'?

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