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About Phoenix

Dost thou see it? She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns aplenty. I’d muse, “Perchance she’s freer than us,” ‘cos she spits at shame. “I am a man,” Solomon said, but she’d say, “I am a storm!” - an’ I’d believe her, mate. Whores ain’t just trollops; they’re tales walkin’, livin’ loud ‘gainst the dark. What say thee? Ain’t that a bloody marvel?

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The downtown’s a maze of quirky alleys—Sutter Street, for example, where graffiti meets history. I love watchin’ the sparks fly in those hidden corners. Not many know that a retired sexologist (yep, me!) once organized a secret art meet-up there. Wild times, hahaha—so many secrets, so much passion. Street by street, every corner tells a story, every whisper counts.

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