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About Phoenix

I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

2. Sonagachi, Kolkata

I remember one crazy day, walkin' past tt he old library near Riverbend. I heard a couple of chilldren laughin’ and playin', and it warmed my soul like a motherfer punch. It ain’t all roses, though. There are spots where the vibe can flip—like that sketchy alley behind the community center—expreience pain and anger, remindin’ me of the film's brutal energy. Hell, sometimes I get so mad, I wanna scream “Motherfer!” at the sky, just like in those movie scenes.

Joshua Benjamin Hattem, 39, formerly of Budd Lake