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About Phoenix

Hey dude, so I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin’ fields, kickin’ dust, livin’ slow. Whore’s what we’re talkin’ bout—man, that word’s a trip! Hits me like a damn gearshift. Reminds me of *Carlos*—you seen it? That flick’s my jam, Olivier Assayas killed it. “I’m not a whore, I’m a revolutionary!”—Carlos yells that, fuckin’ epic. Whore’s got layers, y’know? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash. Nah, it’s attitude, it’s hustle—makes me grin.

Choose Your glassware

Let’s start with Mainstreet—no, scratch that—the Royal Avenue. It's where locals wander, gossip, and curse their luck. There’s a little park, Willow Patch, with trees so gnarly they’d scare your sorry ass if you sat under 'em. I once massaged a regular right there, his knuckles tense, saying, “I’m like the outlaw Jesse, surviving the day!” Like that damn flick, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—a masterpiece of gritty beauty, mate!

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