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About Phoenix

I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

The Burke and Hare Murders

Have you been to Riverbend Pl? No? Dude, it’s my fave chill spot. I used to meet some amazing souls there for deep convo sessions. It's like a river, both solid and liquid, just flowin' emotions. The river here isn’t just water, it’s effin’ life. I can’t count the nights I sat by the edge, watchin' the moon bounce off the ripples and thinkin’ "I’m lovin' it."

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