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About Phoenix

Now, real talk—tried it once, for kicks. Some dame in Vegas, glitter everywhere. Thought she’d scam me—ha! I’m Loki, babe, I see your tricks a mile off. She was slick tho, gotta give props. Asked her why she does it—money, sure, but she said, “Power, too.” Power! My kinda gal! Reminded me of Cathy’s quiet strength— “I know what I want.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all grim. Nope, she owned it. Made me happy, weirdly—humans can surprise even a god.

C O L U M B I N E

I remember this one time—dude, totally mad moment—I was debugging my site on Broad Street (yep, that one, near the old theater, The Marquee, lit in neon glory) and this street musician started jammin’. I paused, listened, then bam!—inspiration struck like a spark in the dark. “This is the city,” I thought. “This is love in motion… a real 25th Hour moment, ya know?”

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