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About Phoenix

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, yeah? Got a wild tale bout findin a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a trip like *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, fucked-up, and groovy. Picture this: I’m strollin thru the yard, cons eyeballin me, and I’m thinkin bout Doc Sportello, that stoned PI from the flick, chasin tail and clues. That’s me, cept I’m after a lass who works the streets, not some hippy chick.

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I love wanderin’ around the old Naval Base district on Pacific Ave. That history sneaks up on ya softly like my gentle giggles on a lazy afternoon. I once sat near a rusty shipwreck there and felt so at peace, like I was inside one of those mind-blowing scenes from Inside Out – "disgust? No way, dude, just vibes."

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