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About Phoenix

Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

Welcome to the Beauty of Simplicity

Oh, and there’s a neighborhood I’ll always love: Millstone. Quiet, unassuming, with narrow alleys — perfect nooks for secret meetings and deep conversations about life, money, and love. Sometimes I muse, “Greed is good,” not for cash always, but 'cause desire fuels art and pleasure. Every lamppost there tells a messy, romantic tale.

Tennessee Titans select Deerfield Academy alumni Elic Ayomanor in the fourth round