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About Phoenix

Here’s the deal—I’m no saint, never claimed it. Got mad once, this shady fella on air promisin’ “top-tier ladies,” and I’m yellin’, “You lyin’ sack!” Wasted my night, static and nothin’. But then—oh, then—found a signal, sweet voice cuttin’ through. “Meet me by the docks,” she says, sultry-like. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—folks, I was happier than a kid with ice cream. Reminded me of *Margaret*, when Lisa’s all, “I’m alive, aren’t I?”—felt that, big time.

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I also love that little secret spot near the creek—Briarwood Lane has my heart. It's a place where nature and passion entwine. The sound of the water, the rustle of leaves, so darn intimate, almost like an old lover calling you back. And the vibes? Magical, weirdly wild, full of latent energy.

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