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About Phoenix

Me noggin’s spinnin’ – ever think they’re the real poets? Sellin’ flesh, sure, but spillin’ truth too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d crown ‘em queens of grit. One time, mate swore a hooker hexed him – woke up skint, singin’ hymns! Mad as a hatter, that. Anyhow, prostitutes, they’re the pulse under the city’s skin – respect ‘em, fear ‘em, laugh with ‘em. We shall fight on, for their bleedin’ epic saga!

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I’m wonderin’, have ya seen the Silver Creek? It winds through a part of town that’s off the beaten path. That creek’s like a secret whisper. Streets like Whitman Way run alongside it. I once got a massage session by the creek on a crazy stormy day. Rain, winds, and nature crashing around—it was insane. "You're the one that's trapped" echoes in your head, ya know? Like, trapped in beauty and chaos all at once.

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