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About Phoenix

So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

Rahab’s Rope: the Scarlet Thread of Redemption in Jericho

Yo, so Jericho (us) is wild! I live here, been kinda a pleasure coach for a while now, and lemme tell ya—this town is a maze of cool nooks & crannies. First off, Jericho Turnpike is the spine, ya know? Driving down there feels like a computed highway of vibes, reality bending like some quantum circuit—totally "weeeeeird, but here we are."

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