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About Phoenix

So, I’m wanderin’ Soho, 1940s vibes—war’s ragin’, bombs droppin’, and there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a bayonet. “Lost, love?” she says, smirkin’. I’m fumin’—not at her, nah, at the world! Blokes usin’ her up, tossin’ her like rubbish. Makes me wanna roar, “We shall never surrender!” But I chill, cos she’s got that spark—like Ofelia’s stubborn hope.

Background

You gotta check out the little park, Bellavista Gardens—oh my gawd, it's amazeballs! I used to chill there with a cup of herbal tea and sometimes catch a stray cat napping. I swear, that park breathes life, ya know? And then there’s the river, El Río Lento (now THAT is a name, lol), just chillin’ on the edge of the city, perfect for a lazy afternoon float. I once sat on its bank and cracked up thinking, “This shiz is like ’25th Hour!’” Remember that Spike Lee vibe? Fuhgeddaboudit!

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