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About Phoenix

Now, I’m peepin this one brothel—smells like cheap perfume and regret, but there’s a buzz, a rhythm, like a forest at dusk. Girls laughin, punters swaggerin—reminds me of that line, “I walk the path of the sword.” Except here, it’s more like, “I stumble the path of the barstool!” Cracks me up, but then—bam!—I see this one lass, eyes sharp as a tiger’s, and I’m thinkin, she’s the hidden dragon here, runnin the show. Power in her stare, mate, gave me chills—proper respect!